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January 15th, 2011

Precious

It’s rather hard to believe that it was only 13 months ago my Mom, Leah and I were going to see the film Precious at a local movie theater. Sometimes it seems utterly impossible that she won’t be going to see the latest Oprah-endorsed film with us. Perhaps we’d go to Roadhouse afterwards. Perhaps she’d say that she really liked the film, but it was rather more intense than she expected.

Altogether the feeling of missing my Mother remains sporadic and inconsistent and gut-wrenching. Seeing an item of hers, or a bit of her handwriting, or hearing a song she loved on the PA at a store, or nearly anything can trigger it. Or sometimes, it’s not even triggered. Sometimes the emotion attendant to missing my mother kicks me in the teeth, sometimes it just seems vaguely sad, sometimes it just feels like an error. “I’m sorry, did you say ‘my mother is dead?’–because I’m afraid you’re mistaken, we just ate lunch with her the other day.”

But reality will out, always. That’s hard.

We had my parent’s handyman fix the toilet yesterday. First time seeing him since my Mom passed. He asked me “where’s your Mother’s attitude in you?” He’s a blunt man, but the question is worthwhile. I’ve been down in the mouth and making a habit of it does nobody any good.

So I’ll press on and try and make the change I talked about in November.


Comments: 2

Jenn

January 16, 2011 7:16pm

Joe, this is beautiful… not sure if it will make you feel better or not, but there are still times I miss my mom, sometimes I cry and sometimes it’s just an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach… and it’s been more than 30 years.

Yes, reality wins out, but it does get easier.

Joe Crawford

January 16, 2011 7:29pm

Jenn, inasmuch as truths that are hard can be comforting, your response is comforting.

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