Like hide-and-go-seek

Sometimes, at least for some of us, we have to "find" God over and over.  

I experienced my first “hallelujah” phase when I was a teen but looking back, I wonder if I was merely caught up in the moment or was it a “real” savior moment but at a level that my young mind could process.  

As a young adult I had an experience that made me seriously question everything that I was brought up to believe religiously.  I began frantically searching for answers – my answers.  This search lasted a good 10 years at best, and it was a stressful search for me not knowing what my faith was, or how to define myself religiously or spiritually. Eventually, I found a huge comfort in the “knowing” that I'd settled in to and the beliefs I embraced and it was good. That is, until my mother passed away in 2013 and I began questioning it all over again. However, I believe questioning is a good thing, and although I remember my last search was stressful at the time, I can also look back on it as a sort of fun time too. So, I intend to relax and try to embrace this new search for my faith in a good way. Just let it flow.

It’s interesting what He puts before you.  He already knows that you’ll interpret it in the way that you need to in order to find the answer that is right for you.

In order to mend, we must first be broken.

I feel that if we're doing it right, then we're always working on ourselves, learning, and trying to improve, trying to be better, nicer, more gracious, more forgiving, more Christ-like, more Buddha-like, more Krishna-like.  

Lately, I'm all over the place and I don't mean physically, but emotionally. 

I spend my days 

appearing

as if

everything 

is fine

being strong.

No.

Appearing strong.

Thinking of mom

all the time.

How is she gone?

Confused and...

spiraling.

I recently posted the following on my FB - but privately as I wanted to keep this hidden of course. Not a cry for attention but an outlet nonetheless.  You know, sort of a write it down and then burn it kind of therapy.

...this pretty much sums up most of my days lately. *sighs*

Today as I sit here at work, closing files, and pondering how it's seems to be quite the phenomenon for people to search out sympathy, as if it provides a long lost support system. Facebook seems to encourage it and has become just another depressing media center for me. 

I re-read my Facebook post... this is probably part of a very normal process of mourning, right?  First comes this, followed with that, then anger ensues, then whatever comes after that...

She pops into my head out of nowhere and I'll call out to her in my thought "mom." Sometimes it's sighed in acknowledgement that I know she's close by but it's always followed with a sinking feeling as I realize that I can't just run over to her house after work today to sit and talk to her. Other times it's calling for her, as if I've walked into her house and I'm calling for her to see if she's home... 

Choking up.

"Just one more day with her would be nice."  

I've heard other people say the same thing about their deceased love ones.  Hmmmm, no wonder...

I think about how we rush through our days with thoughts or FB posts exclaiming, "I can't wait for this day to be over!" or "I can't wait for this weekend!"  But we are also actually rushing towards that day when everything changes in some way that we wish it wouldn't like losing a job, an argument with a loved one, a car accident or house fire, an injury or a death...  

If we knew that we were actually rushing towards this sort of circumstance - we wouldn't care so much to hurry for the day's end, would we. 

And if only we could all manage to remind ourselves to think this way all of the time, it would be easier to simply enjoy being in the moment.  Finding the spirit, the good, in each and every transaction of the day; whether you're doing a chore at home, an assignment at work, or picking up groceries at store. 

I think about those last couple of weeks in the hospital when my sisters and I were so anxious and stressed. We were putting off responsibilities like work and errands, and putting off our loved ones, not doing homework with our children or eating supper with our families. Our children missed their mommies. It was such a weight on our shoulders to not be all things at all times to everybody.  If we could only know the deadline so that we could manage it all, organize it all, prepare.  One week? Two? Another month? And, in a way, in some God awful way, we kind of longed for it to be over already and to get back to normal... and then, 

it was...

but it wasn't.

Nothing was normal again. There was just grief.

Please. Do not feel sorry for me.  I do not want to be pitied - or consoled.  I just want...

to be.

The five steps to my tamales

GROCERY LIST:

2 packs of 4lbs of carnitas (so, 8lbs)
chili powder
cumin powder
garlic powder
black pepper
salt
paprika
red pepper
vegetable or corn oil
corn husks (1 package was more than enough)
1 4lb bag of corn MaSeCa masa
2 10oz cans of enchilada sauce (I used Gebhardt enchilada sauce)
water

Step One: PREPARE THE MEAT and HUSKS

Cook the meat.  I cubed my meat first and then used a roaster oven (set on 300 degrees for about 5 hours).

Once the meat is finished cooking, remove from heat to cool for handling.  Now, place your corn husks in hot water to soak and soften (about half the package will be more than enough for this recipe).  The corn husks float so I put them in a pan of hot water (in the sink) and placed a heavy pot (or glass mixing bowl) on top of them to hold them down under the water.

Now prepare the meat.  I began grinding my meat in the new fancy, schmancy electric meat grinder the hubby bought for me, but I like my tamale meat to look "normal" (not so chewed) so I mixed my ground meat with whatever meat pulled apart easily and small enough (the larger chunks were ground). So, my final product was about 90% ground meat and 10% just small pieced pulled pork.

This was my first try at tamales and my goal was to make yummy tamales with as little work as possible (because they are a lot of work).  So, I tried two different meat recipes: one with a variety of seasonings, and the other with just (our favorite canned - see photo) enchilada sauce. So, I divided the meat evenly into two separate containers.


For the first batch I mixed in about 1 1/2 cans of the enchilada sauce so that all the meat is coated but not runny with the sauce.

For the second batch, I added 1/2 corn (or vegetable) oil into the meat. Then I blended the following dry seasonings in a separate bowl and added them to the meat.

3 T. chili powder

3 T. cumin powder

3 T. garlic powder

1 T. black pepper

1 T. salt

1 T. paprika

1 tsp. red pepper

Step Two: PREPARE THE MASA
Now that the meat mixtures are complete, set those aside and begin the masa preparation.

I began with only about 1/2 of the bag of masa (but ended up mixing another batch after this one ran out). So, in a LARGE bowl, pour about 1/2 bag of masa and add in the following seasonings:

1 T. paprika

2 T. cumin powder

2 T. garlic powder

3 T. salt

2 T. chili powder

Stir the dry mix to blend and then add 2 1/2 cups of vegetable or corn oil and blend.  Now add water and blend until the consistency is liked to that of peanut butter (I estimate that I used about 4-5 cups of water). I've read that a quarter-sized ball of masa should float in cold water when it's the right consistency.

Step Three: TIME TO ASSEMBLE THE TAMALES

Husks have a "ridged" side (the outside) and a "smoother" side (the inside).  Lay the husk so that the masa can be spread to the inside (or the smoothest side) of the husk.  Some peeps use a putty knife, we used our hands to press the masa around on the husk so that it is somewhat squared and a thickness, or thinness, to preference. Place about 2 teaspoons more or less, again to preference, down the middle of the masa.  Then wrap so that the masa envelopes the meat.  Fold up the bottom of the husk and set aside.  Here is a link to Frieda's how to on tamales.









































































My daughter preferred the tamales made with the enchilada sauce as there was no spice at all with those but good flavor.  And the rest of us liked either. I'm wondering if I should try combining the two recipes next time to include the enchilada sauce in the meat and the spices, hmmmm...

Step Four:  STEAM THE TAMALES

A tamale steam pot will have a shelf that sits inside the pot.  Add water into the steam pot but only to just below the shelf so that the water does not make contact with the tamales.  Place your tamales standing up inside the pot atop shelf.  If the tamales fill the shelf you can lay more on top of those tamales. If you have too few and they do not fill the shelf, stuff a ball of foil in the middle to help keep them standing.

Bring the water to a boil, then turn down the heat. and replace the lid on the pot.

Steam for about 1-2 hours.  You can test to see if they are done by checking to see if the masa separates from the husks easily.

Step Five:  EAT THE TAMALES
I trust you can take it from here... HAPPY EATING!

Make it an occasion and invite family and friends over to help with the "FUN"!

...but what do I know?

When my father passed away, 11 years ago, I was coming into myself spiritually. After he passed, I experienced, what I believe to be, a visit from my dad in spirit.

The hardest part about my mother's passing is that I've been experiencing a lot of doubts about God and the afterlife. I think this stems from the fact that I have never been one to embrace something just for the sake of making it easier on myself.

I remember as I sat in mom's hospital room watching her sleep, I wondered what she must be thinking about her impending death.  Did she worry about her faith?  Did she question the afterlife? God?  I would have if I were in her situation.  Shoot, I was already as I watched her wither closer to death each day.

I was raised strict Baptist, but the black sheep in me questioned everything.  What if God and religion was concocted for those too weak to face death without it?  What if when we die, that was just all there were?

I want to believe in life-after-death and God, but I don't want to believe in it simply because it makes me feel better.

For example when daddy passed, apparently he was having a heart attack. It was in the midst of this attack that he slipped from the seat of the tractor and ended up underneath.  The detective told our family that dad had hit his head on a tree branch, died, and was already gone by the time he'd hit the ground.  Now, if you knew my dad, you would know how utterly ridiculous this hypothesis was.  My dad had been through some crazy shit and he was such a strong man physically, with a hard head! No stupid ass tree branch could have killed him. So, against everyone's wishes, I obtained the autopsy report.  I did this because in my mind I felt that if he had to go through it then I could, at the very least, know what he had experienced, whether it haunted me or not - I had to know truth! 

It took a long time, and a lot of talking to myself and to friends about my dad's death to finally be able to embrace it for what it was.

So, here I am.  And I remember sitting in the hospital room with my mom and she had been informed that she was going to die soon, and I watched her sleeping and thinking about what she must be going through mentally as well.  How does one prepare oneself to die?  She was raised in a very strong religious background.  She never questioned her faith.  Did she now?  If so, she never let it show.  I did.  What if? What if people created this idea of a God to ease there sorrows and fears about death?  What proof was there really?  The bible?  *scoffs*  This is me: you can not prove God because of a book written by men who felt they were being "led by God".  This book, at the time it was being translated was written in a language so old that no one currently spoke the language or fully grasped it. This book, that has been so carefully canonized. This book, that Catholic religious leaders called for it's translation also threatened it's translators with death.  This book which differs from religion to religion in literal form and translation - and whose to say which religion is right?  So don't talk to me in Bible.  Talk to me in Love.

Don't get me wrong! I don't hate the Bible!  It's a good foundation.  I simply don't believe it is always to be taken literally, and often the Bible is it's own best source of contradiction.

I used to feel God was in the wind, the leaves, the grass, the sky.  But now, since mom's death, I just don't know anything.

The heart breaks

On Wednesday, May 22, 2013, I lost my mother to cancer - she was my eldest son's biggest fan...

On Thursday, October 24, 2013, my husband lost his mother  to cancer - she was my stepsons' biggest fan...

What death do we deserve?

Yesterday, sobbing over his grandmother's cancer struggle, Jr cried, "she doesn't deserve this..."

"No, she doesn't" I confirmed.

And today, sitting here at work, I think about his words and how they relate to me and my mother as well.

I have a photo of my mother as a little girl that hangs above my computer at work and I gaze at it on a daily basis.  The little girl in the photo looks like my mother but she is so young, happy, and carefree.  At the time it was taken, she had no clue how she would pass away. 

Sometimes, I wonder, "What in the world could she have done in her life to deserve such a tragic and horrible struggle to death?"

Not a thing.

We all die, and we all die differently.  In my heart, I believe that our death is somewhat planned or even chosen by ourselves.  I suppose this belief serves to validate our passing, no matter how tragic; it gives it some degree of purpose, at least for me. 

However, I don't think my MIL would have said that she was ready to leave this world now; and I don't think my mom was ready to leave this world when she did. And I know that my mom did not want the cancer battle that she was dealt - she'd always said that she wanted to go peacefully, in her sleep, without suffering.  In the end, she did go peacefully, but for the battle leading up to it...

I tend to search out the silver linings, and for my MIL, maybe it was good that she was able to continue her day-to-day life without the cloud of cancer or death looming over her until she was so close to the end.

My confession:  I don't want to witness my MIL like this because I don't want the vision of her passing to replace any vision that I have of my mother's passing.  In this way, I'm sort of protecting my memories of that time with my mom no matter how macabre those memories might be.  I'm aware of how silly this sounds, and I can't explain it any better than this.  It just is what it is.

Cancer strikes again

My mother-in-law (MIL) has been sick for some time.  Her appetite has been nonexistent, although she forced herself to eat, she couldn’t keep it down.  I really don't know all of the specifics about it but last weekend after she collapsed in the shower, she was taken to the hospital.  

Doctors diagnosed her with cirrhosis of the liver (although she never drank a day in her life).

This morning doctors planned to biopsy the liver in an attempt to discover more detail about how and why she was sick.  They opened her and found her abdomen and chest covered with malignant tumors.  The doctor likened it to throwing a handful of seeds and where ever they landed, that's where there was a growth.  They biopsied a tumor and closed her up.  Devastating news for all who loved her.

It will be a few days before the results are in on exactly what kind of cancer this is and whether or not it’s treatable.

She spent the remainder of the day in and out of consciousness.  

I picked up Roy for his doctor appointment - getting a second opinion on his knee.  We got there early, at about 1:00, to fill out papers, then literally waited in the waiting room until 4:00!  Another 30 minutes of waiting in the exam room, only to hear the doc say, “I see that your knee is swollen, and I see that you are in pain, but I don’t know why because the MRI is about as normal as can be expected after this surgery.”  He states that Roy likely as arthritis and will probably require injections later, but for now we need to give him at least a year from surgery to heal.  A disappointing diagnosis as we were certain something was wrong, so for now, we wait.

In the afternoon, Roy and his two oldest sons, Jr and Corey, along with many, many, other family members went to the hospital to visit her.  The waiting room was packed, everyone joined hands, and a lovely prayer was said.  Jr and Corey left after the prayer, breaking down outside the hospital.  Roy followed and it took all of his strength to hold back his own tears while trying to comfort his sons.  He has been so strong, holding it all in – until now.

Roy called me on the ride home to let me know that the boys may be on the way over as well.  His sobs were uncontrollable.  I ushered our two youngest into the back of the house so they wouldn’t be exposed to the drama.  Roy arrives and paces around the living room crying and quickly telling me what had previously transpired.

Jr enters shortly after, crying as well; Roy regains composure and we sit and talk.

I'm torn.

I've seen her and I hear how badly the cancer has spread. It's only obvious that she won't survive; however, the family maintains hope.  Hope that she'll be transferred to MD Anderson.  Hope that God will intervene and perform one of His miracles.  Hope that she'll beat the cancer against all odds.  And I listen to them all and think about how they are just setting themselves up for a great disappointment.  Why not be realistic?  Why not begin preparing yourself and your children?  Why pull the wool over your eyes.

In one attempt to prepare Roy, I informed him that his mother would not be going to MD Anderson.  He snapped, "I don't know that!"  

"What?"  

I think to myself, "Did he really say that?  Can he really be holding onto some false hope?  This is ridiculous.  I sympathize but I also want him to be prepared."  I wanted to tell him that they don't admit patients there to die - they release them to another facility to die.  They take patients that they can save.  His mother is too old and too far along in the cancer stages.  But sometimes, silence is the best response.

Maybe disburse it before you die

Or live with less.

Less is more!

We spend our entire lives 

accumulating,

accumulating, 

accumulating.

And when it's over

and our loved ones are faced 

with cleaning up the estate,

they are left with junk

they are too attached to be rid of,

so it clutters their home, or

they are left with junk

that sells 

for nothing.

disbursing through the daze

It's been months since I've written anything here. I simply haven't felt up to it. Life has been a whirlwind of goings-on and I've just sort of been going through the motions without much thought into any of it.

The disbursement is nearly complete.  Things are quieting finally. Brenda was very agreeable with the division of the rental properties (she took 111 and I, 135). All the stocks are disbursed; I have reinvested most of mine.  All but one of the bank accounts are disbursed, and all of the personal items have either been divided, sold, or donated. The disbursement was peaceful but stressful. We're all still talking and I believe we are all content with our share and how it was handled. We've all got a ridiculous amount of things that we've taken home with us which are now cluttering our abodes.  We are all still overwhelmed with everything now on each of our plates, but happy to have the disbursement behind us.

It's weird. 

Her house is empty now. This place where we grew up, it was our home for 44 years and now it's all gone, changed, and it'll never be the same again. I won't get to enter it again and have it be as it always was. And I can't wallow in it because I have to show strength for Aaron, Wolfie, and Drew. Things change. People die. And life goes on. Keep your chin up and stay strong.

Aaron. I worry about him. He seems to be trying his best to, like me, just stay strong and keep keepin' on. But I still worry about what he keeps inside. What might be eating at him and does he need to talk. He's been loosing his temper easier lately. He's going to church but not as often as he used to before mom's passing. He's doing fantastic at work! He got a raise and it sounds as if they may have promotional plans for him. I pray for him every day.  Pray for God to guide him, give him peace, and keep him safe. 

Jr and Corey have moved into an apartment together. I think it's a good thing. Jr has enrolled in college and he's getting out more. Corey coming home was likely the best thing for Jr.

What now.

Time to focus on getting Roy's knee fixed, the house remodel, apartment repairs, homeschooling, and our business options.

Thoughts on the rental properties

Just got off the phone with Erica. She's going to cut checks now for the bills and then cut a check so that I can pay to have the locks replaced at one of the apartments on Thursday. We discussed canceling mom's internet service (her's is the slowest ever), as well as the auto insurance mom had maintained on her vehicle (which now has been transferred into Aaron's name - part of his inheritance). We discussed paying the homeowner's insurance on a monthly basis or for the next three months, until the disbursement is complete.

We discussed the apartments and I expressed my desire to have the 135 apartments rather than the 111.  The 134 apartments are in better condition, they have a current pest bond, and the tenants are older and there is less turnover; however, the 111 apartments bring in more money monthly. The 111 apartments need more work (at least on the exterior), they have no current pest bond (and have a "crazy ant" problem already), the tenants are younger, there is more of a turnover; however, they bring in a little over $200 more a month than the 135 apartments. Additionally, the 135 apartments have one current tenant, an elderly man, who mom promised never to go up on his rent as long as he paid on time every month. His monthly rent is only $295.00. I'd like to protect/honor his contract, and it is my understanding that Brenda intends to go up on everyone's rent. Further, our cousin has placed her mentally challenged sister-in-law in one of the 111 apartments. I'd prefer Brenda have the family member. I may dig my heels in about this one - I'm almost certain I'd like to have the 135 apartments.

Aaron and I will co-own the apartments.  He will have 1/3 interest and I will have my 2/3 interest.  I will likely do a majority of the work and management and he will simply get his profit check at the end of each year.

Eventually, Roy and I would like to establish ourselves in this field and obtain additional rental properties.  We're both kind of excited about this.

Disbursement in progress: Phase 1

I've gotten my head wrapped around Brenda and Erica's proposal: Erica gets the house, Brenda gets one rental property, and me and Aaron get the other rental property.  I've discussed it with Aaron and he is on board with it as well.  The income potential is a smart move for all of us.  Roy and I would like to eventually acquire additional rentals in the future.

We have hired an attorney and the probate process has begun. 

Erica flubbed at the bank and told them that mom had passed away. The bank has now frozen mom's personal account. The business is account is still open as it is a different bank. Lesson learned. We will manage to pay the bills until we get the Letters of Testamentary which will give us the ability to manage the estate matters and begin disbursement.

Last Saturday, Brenda and I met up at mom's to clean and empty cabinets.  It was weird for both of us.  I had Googled ideas about estate disbursement and came up with one that included colored sticky dots.  Each beneficiary is assigned a color.  We put our dot on all items of interest (no matter the level of priority). Anything with only one dot is claimed by that beneficiary.  Anything with more than one dot is put aside to sort through later.  I feel that we will be able to come to agreements on those things with multiple dots.  Nothing in the house is worth so much money that a battle would be warranted.  I also feel that we all are aware of how easy it might be for us to fight over stuff, so we are all bending over backwards to avoid just that. (I hope so anyhow.)  Brenda and I went to purchase dots and then began in the kitchen. We decided not to wash everything as it meant a lot more work to do so. We simply pulled stuff out of the cabinets and placed on the counter-top for easy view. Some things, such as utensils and silverware, were placed in boxes and put on the ground. Brenda and I began placing dots on things as we worked. At times we had to talk each other into putting dots on things, reminding each other that we are only noting things of interest, and we can prioritize later. (I hold back a lot. This will be a process that may last several weekends.) Brenda and I discussed again how she, like me, was upset about being left out of the disbursement of dad's property after he passed.  We discussed the apartments some and our long term plans for them (I think it's cool how we have that in common). Brenda suggested that she and I split the money in the business bank account. I hem-hawed on this. Hadn't thought that far in advance. Initially, my concern was tax issues. After sitting on it, I feel any money considered profit should be divided equally between me, Brenda, and Erica (with 1/3 of mine going to Aaron). I think that's fair and I think mom would want Aaron included this way too. We worked only until lunchtime and then called it a day. Kaitlyn, Brenda's daughter, was on her way to meet her so I made myself scarce so that Kaitlyn would be comfortable walking through and finding something of interest to her.  All in all, it was a good day but I wish Erica had been there too. I worried that she may be absent because she's upset as opposed to her excuse that her husband was off work and she simply wanted to spend time with him. (I'm probably worried for nothing.)

Tomorrow I'm going back to work already...

is it too early?

Flowers & Thank you notes

Brenda and Erica made arrangements with the funeral home to have the floral arrangements dropped off at Erica's home.  I'm not interested in the flowers as I do not want to find myself in another position to be disappointed over plants, as I had been after dad died.

Roy and I begin working on the yard as it has become quite overgrown. Our lawn mower is not working again but I decide to weed eat and edge the yard so that, at the very least, we can find our sidewalk better.  I run out of string for the weed eater and Roy and I make a run to Sears for more. Brenda begins calling to see if I will be going by Erica's for my flower arrangements. The only one I'm interested in is one of three rose sprays that sat atop the casket, so I stop by to pick it up on the way home. Roy is concerned that I may be walking into more than I'm expecting (he was right). Roy loaded up the flowers that Brenda and Erica had designated as my portion and then sat in the car to wait on me. I had thought I would only be a moment as I signed the Thank You cards, but once finished Brenda and Erica gave a glance at each other as they began a discussion they had already planned. They posed the idea that Erica get the house, Brenda get one rental property, and I get the other rental property. They went on about getting appraisals on the properties and Brenda assured me again that we can go slow and take our time. I think they simply had come to an agreement between the two of them and wanted me to entertain the idea now. They went on to discuss Erica cleaning up mom's house and laying things out for us to look at. I agreed but made clear that I didn't want anything thrown out unless we were all on the same page about it (this because I had not been included in this process after dad passed away and it was very difficult to be left out). 

I think I offended Erica because she said, "if you don't want me doing it because you think I'm going to take something, then just say so."  

I responded, "no, I'm not worried about that at all; it's just, one man's trash is another man's treasure."  

Brenda chimed in, "I understand how you feel Karen, because I was not included either and it really bothered me too."

I believe Erica was feeling upset by now as she insisted, "that was all mom. That was all mom's doing."

I knew is was mom's doing. I had told mom back then that I didn't agree with how she was handling dad's estate. Of course, this offended her and the subject was dropped quickly never to be brought up again. Regardless, I fought off my animosity towards mom and Erica and Michael regarding the situation. "Family is more important," I told myself, "You can't take anything with you so don't be attached to things."

This time though, I want things to be different - better, fair and considerate.

I clammed up. Silence is often misunderstood but never misquoted.

The Funeral

Today is Mom’s funeral.  I woke at 8:00a and begin to ready myself.  Roy has already left work and is making a quick stop to clean up the jeep.  I wake Aaron to shower and then slowly rouse Wolfie and Drew.  By 9:00a we are all ready to go and just waiting for Candice’s arrival.  By 9:15a we are out the door and on the way.  Aaron and Candice are taking their car.  Roy Jr and Corey are coming together shortly in Corey’s car.

We arrive at the funeral home and Brenda and her family are already there and waiting.  Brenda offers a long embrace and quietly reassures me that she and Erica will be in no hurry to disburse anything, we can take all the time I need.  I cry in relief.  Because I work in a law firm, I have an attorney free of charge. I'm well aware that I can drag this probate out as long as I need; however, I would like to refrain from handling it in that manner. I would like for my sisters and I to get along, be more understanding, considerate, and patient with each other.  Erica and her family arrive and she comes in for a hug as well.  Bygones again without a formal apology?  Okay, happy to.

We are advised by Mike that we are “breaking tradition” by standing in the foyer to greet people and usher ourselves to our seats.  My sisters and I, along with our husbands, all sit in the first row.  Brenda’s and Erica’s kids sit in the row just behind us and my crew sits behind them.

Pastor Shamburger begins and he reiterates, with only a few mistakes, some of the information provided him by me and my sisters.  He then simply reads the obituary word for word.  Our cousin, Ron, makes his speech which seems to focus more on his life but does include a memory of when my mother and father dated.  Overall, I felt the speeches were lame and the Pastor would have done better to preach something more from his Bible rather than trying to be so personal about someone he knew nothing of.  The music reminded me of what we’d been listening to in mom’s hospital room with the additions of “Surround Me with Love” and “I Can Only Imagine”.  Erica’s daughters begin to sob and it was all I could do to keep from crying myself.  Drew follows suit though and sheds some quiet tears.

We are ushered outside and into our cars for the procession.  The hearse, then Brenda’s vehicle, then our Jeep, then Corey’s mustang, then Erica’s Suburban, and Aaron’s car.  I try to distract Drew by pointing out our police escort and explaining how they are assisting us.

The weather is very overcast as we gather at the grave site.  Sitting directly in front of the casket is difficult and I choke back more tears.  Aunt Jeanette and Aunt Carolyn sit behind me and Aunt Carolyn is having an especially difficult time as she was not just mom's younger sister, but her best friend as well.  Erica seats more elderly under the tent giving up her own and then everyone else moves in closely as Pastor Shamburger says a few more words.

We disburse and mingle for a bit before the rain begins sprinkling.  Erica and Brenda and their families plan to eat out and pick Tokyo Grill inviting me and mine.  Aaron, Corey, and Candice inform me that the restaurant is quite pricey and that, in conjunction with how picky we all are, I decide to pass on the invite. Our family makes our way to Texas Roadhouse for our dinner and it's enjoyable.

The day is done and I have yet to process mom's death. 

Funeral arrangments

I was directed by my sisters to meet them at Erica's home so that we could make runs today to prepare for funeral arrangements. We rode together in Brenda's car to the funeral home to meet with the director, Richard.  We set out the details about mom for her obituary and then Brenda and Erica choose the casket. We discuss a photo collage board, floral arrangements, memorial cards, met with Pastor Shamburger and then left for the cemetery to meet with the director there and talk about the arrangements and seating for the graveside memorial. From there, we went to moms to look for photos for the memorial collage. Back up now...

Previously (and before mom's passing), Aunt Carolyn had asked that we get pictures of mom to her so that she could complete a memorial card that she was keeping herself busy with because in mom's last days, Aunt Carolyn couldn't bring herself to visit as often (it was just too hard on her). Well, I searched in mom's amours, dresser, and bedside table, to no avail. Pictures of mom were scarce and this is no surprise as mom hated having her photo taken.  She did, however, have a few photos that she (must have) approved because she'd framed and hung them on a wall next to her bed. They included snapshots of her as a baby, a young child, a teen, a young woman, and a married couple.  As these photos were perfect for Aunt Carolyn to complete her project, I simply took the framed pictures from the wall.  I did report this to my sisters so that they would all be on the same page, in case Aunt Carolyn had asked them too for photos.  They thanked me for taking care of that, and that was that - until, flash forward now...

We are sitting in mom's living room having arrived so that we could retrieve photos for a collage board. I'm thinking to myself that I couldn't find any other pictures, but I do believe some more exist and maybe Brenda or Erica knows where they are. 

Erica empties mom's luggage filled with multiple moomoo's and spreads them out for us to choose one to bury mom in.  Brenda and Erica quickly eliminate several. Erica makes a game of it, stuffing several into the luggage and having me and Brenda pull one out without looking - narrowing it down more. She stuffs the last few into the luggage again, I pull one without looking and she immediately decides that it concludes the game. Brenda scoffs at the game but I defend Erica saying, "It made it fun."

We all relax in the living room for a breather and it's quiet.  I decide to seize the moment as I have something to say that has been worrying me.  I tell them that it is really important to me that things just sort of calm down and get back to normal before we begin distributing mom's estate too quickly.  (This because, after dad died, I was upset that Brenda and Erica seemed to "hawk" around picking and choosing their "inheritance" from mom's property. It was all too quickly and I remember thinking then that dad was not even "cold in the ground yet" and they were scavenging.) Erica explains that she is fine with waiting because her kids would not be out of school for another week yet and she didn't want to be busy with the division until after that.  Brenda complied as well, stating that they had a family vacation planned, so it would be two weeks before she was ready to begin the process.  In my mind, I'd been hoping for a year but knowing this would anger them, thought I'd ask for only three months for starters; instead, I respond, "yeah, but I don't think ya'll understand, I'm going to need more time than just a few weeks."  I don't think it's unreasonable or irrational to take at minimum a few months to deal and mourn the death of a parent; however, one would have thought I'd been asking for the moon. Erica angered quickly and spouted that I "just like to chew on things." 

"I don't think mourning mom's death is 'chewing on things' Erica."

Still frustrated, she sarcastically adds, "Well, is it okay if I go find the pictures?"

I can't say that I didn't see this coming.  Initially, I had planned to make this announcement after our running was done because I did expect this sort of response.  A healthy communication in our family (especially one that involves me because no one seems to be open to my ideas, suggestions, and rational) is virtually non-existent.  "Really Erica? Are we going to be sarcastic about everything now? The pictures are why we came here to begin with. I don't think that your sarcasm is necessary."

She rises with a huff and exits the room to get the photos.  When she returns, she has a box of envelopes and immediately informs us, "Well, either you took all the photos of mom or they just don't exist!" Okay, now she is being accusatory and my feelings are hurt. I feel like a damn baby because the tears are flowing, but I've already been on edge with mom's death and now this...

I sit; crying quietly and staring away from them in effort to judge becomes the couch. Erica begins making piles of the folders, one for each of us. Our names are written on the outside of each and Erica is assuming they contain, among other things, letters written by mom addressed to each of us.

We gather our things and leave.  I just want to go home but they drop off the moomoo we selected for mom to be buried in, and then head for the floral shop. In route, we stop off at a dentist office as Kaitlyn is getting her tooth implants today.  I try to regain composure and then get tearful again - on and off the rest of the afternoon.

Finally at Erica's, I let her know that there are two checks that need to be signed.  The first is mom's water bill, and the other is a credit card that has a rather large balance due to the ambulance rides, Aunt Carolyn's parking at M.D. Anderson, and about $100 spent at Sam's Club.  She inquires about same, I explain, she signs, and I am off - finally!