Monday, December 22, 2008

A day...

There's something... macabre?... morbid?... depressing.... about getting 9 holiday cards in the mail... and a large yellow envelope containing your mother's death certificate.

I felt all at once loved, cared about, and like I wanted to break something...

10 comments:

Connie Roberts said...

Okay, to be fair you were waiting for those to come for the last like two weeks.

Bittersweet, I know.

Well, mostly just bitter.

Sara said...

Yes and the waiting was bad, the getting it was bad. Period. None of it makes me happy, and it just made Nathan and I both go, "Huh." ...seeing them sitting there under the pile of Christmas cards... weird moment. Life goes on... *ponders* Hard time of year to lose one's mother...

Anonymous said...

(((Hugs)))

I know this is an odd request, but can you send me a copy? You can scan and email it--I don't need an official copy or anything. Just going to add it to my family records.

Anonymous said...

Is there a GOOD time of year to lose one's mother?

Sara said...

Of course there's not.

Anonymous said...

We don't mind. You can blog about it.

Sara said...

What I meant was, hard time of year to have one's mother not around. I know you get that too. I didn't lose her at christmas, it's just hard to not have her here. that's what I meant.

Chiska said...

I think I kind of know what you mean. It's kind of like life goes on...but how? I lost my little brother several years ago and his birthday's in December so it's kind of a reminder every year. How can everything be Merry and Bright and not? And yet, life does go on and those weird moments pop up less frequently as time passes. Still stinky I think. Big Hugs

Anonymous said...

I know, I was just being snarky. Okay..... you know, flip. Not trying to be mean about it. Gah, I'm going to stop posting comments later at night. :P

And yeah, it's a crappy time of year, especially that first year without your mom.

Kelly(M&M) said...

I completely understand this post. It is especially hard at this time of year. I am at my mom's house for Christmas, and every where I go, I expect to see my dad. When we take pics of the family, there is just such a hole there. I am thinking of you. Love ya!