Tag: mom

This is grief

Back in May, at the funeral of a colleague’s mother, I began to cry and could not stop, already beginning to mourn the loss I knew was soon ahead. My then-boss, a wise and wonderful woman, held me in a tight hug afterwards, knowing,…

Gifts

This was going to be another post entirely, about the hurt Mama J inflicted about our new house and about my sweet husband’s defense of me, my heart stinging with pain and bitterness. But then something wonderful happened — two somethings, actually — and I decided to write…

It’s not you …

Well, maybe it’s you… I had to break up with Mama J, just a little bit. I’m sure there is some kind of official name for this — caregiver syndrome, or something like that — but the day I cracked was Hallmark Ornament Day,…

Positive attitude

Last night we pulled into a handicapped spot at the store and I opened the trunk to get out the wheelchair. Mama J said, quite seriously, “Do you think when people see me they wonder why I’m using a wheelchair? Because I don’t look…

“It’s personal.” Or is it?

This weekend, B, Mama J and I ventured off on a road trip to New Iberia for a Father’s Day with B’s family. The trip proved to be harder on all of us than anyone could foresee. For Mama J, I think, the strain…

Nothing new

I realized today that I had not posted anything in a while, and it set me to wondering why. I had a disconcerting revelation. I started my blog as a way to work through the emotional stress and distress of caring for my mom,…

“I used to have nice legs.”

Not long ago I asked Mama J what she considered her best physical attribute. I used to have nice legs, she said, and there was no regret in her voice, only fact. Next post: Nothing new