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Why Would It Be Different In Heaven?

~ Kai Raines ~ Leave a comment

Mother’s Day was Sunday. I was asked several times how I was doing on my first Mother’s Day without my mom. There is no simple answer to that…or maybe no nice answer. The last two Mother’s Day’s were horrible. My mom was angry and mean. She spent the day yelling at my dad and I and slamming things around. So, it would be dishonest to say that I really missed her Sunday. I was grateful to spend this Mother’s Day with my daughter, grandchildren, and great-grandson. It was a beautiful day.

Prior to the last two years, I didn’t see my mom for twelve years. And although I sent her a text message each year, I know she didn’t read them…possibly because I sent them and also because she didn’t do texting. I always struggled to find a Mother’s Day card for my mom. They tend to be pretty mushy and sentimental…two things I don’t feel about my mom. I wouldn’t give her a card with words I didn’t mean and so I always got her funny cards, which she hated. She liked to be gushed over. The last two years I gave in and gave her sentimental cards and they didn’t make any difference to her. She wasn’t speaking to me, so she didn’t even acknowledge them.

The last time I saw my mom she was not in a great space or mood. She looked at me and pretty snarkily said, “I should have never moved to Wisconsin!” I told her we weren’t in Wisconsin. She asked where we were and then said, “I should have never moved to Florida.” Shortly after that she turned away from me, curled up, and went to sleep. That was the last conversation I had with my mom. She’s been on my mind so much.

I’ll be honest…I’m tired of grief. I am way the fuck over it. It isn’t as neat and orderly as I’d like it to be. It’s a fucking mess. I’m a fucking mess. I would like to know when I’ll be okay…when will I just feel like me again. Maybe I won’t…I mean I am an orphan after all. I would like to know something else…actually I’d like to know everything else, but specifically, right now, I want to know what it’s like to die. What does it feel like? I have some fears around dying…not so much the actual death but the being dead. I’m afraid I’ll miss people and be sad and lonely. I suppose at that point it won’t matter…it’s not like I can be suddenly undead…aren’t zombies the only people that can do that? Are they even people? I digress.

This is what happens to me when my wife travels. My mind runs wild with unanswerable questions. She had to go back to Colorado for work. Leaving my English Bulldog, Abby, and I alone in Florida. It’s the first time I’ve been here without either of my parents alive. I’d like to say Abby is helpful, but mostly she’s just sleepy. She needs her full 22 hours of sleep a day.

P!nk wrote a song after her dad’s death called, “When I Get There.” In the song she asks why things would be different in heaven than they were here. Or why would her dad be different in heaven. I think she says he was always first in line, and he always said what was on his mind…things like that. It’s funny because I’ve been wondering the same thing…mostly about my mom. Why would things suddenly be different just because someone died? Why would she be different just because she’s dead?

I floated this idea past my wife, just to see what she thought…she didn’t like it. She reminded me about all the accounts people have given of near-death experiences…I guess more accurately they are dying and being brought back to life stories. People report seeing a bright white light that’s warm and welcoming. They hear the voices of people they love who have died. This reassures her, and millions of others, that there is a heaven, and it’s our final destination.

Personally, I don’t believe in heaven or hell. I do believe in reincarnation. The energy that is the core of who we are, our soul or spirit, has to go somewhere. I think it comes back in another form. I’m pretty sure I’ll be back as a gnat or an ant, because I’ve killed many of them when they’ve invaded my home. Side note…The other day there was an ant on our counter. Now instead of killing it, I picked it up and went to put it outside. And that little fucker bit me. It left a red lump on my palm. That’s karma baby…but I still didn’t kill it. I used to tell the little kids in my mindfulness program that we don’t kill things just because we can…they would usually stomp ants anyway. I tried.

I have read several of books by James Van Praagh, the psychic medium. I’ve also seen him in person and watched him connect people in the audience with departed loved ones who have a message to give…or just something to say. He’d ask the audience if a name or specific situation, that he was describing, meant something to anyone in the audience. Someone would raise their hand and then he would begin to tell them about who was there to talk to them and what they were saying. He was able to provide very specific information about people, situations, causes of death, etc. He’s really impressive.

I have heard James Van Prague talk about what happens when we die. He had said that through his readings he’s learned that there isn’t a heaven or hell, although he does use the term heaven anyway. He explained that when we die our energy goes with like energy. If you were a loving and kind person in your life you would be surrounded by others with similar loving and kind energy. If you were mean and hateful then you would be attracted to the mean and hateful energy of the departed. So, in a sense we create our own heaven or hell. I suppose that’s good news and scary news.

Now I was raised Catholic. I come from an Irish Catholic family that has its attachment to Catholicism rooted in Ireland. My grandmother went to church early in the morning, before she had to work, at least several days a week. Then church on Sundays and confession probably every week. Now all of that is to say that there was no other option than being Catholic in my family…and it wasn’t really an option to just not be anything.

In my Catholic training (catechism classes…yay.) I learned about purgatory. Purgatory is an intermediate state between death and heaven. It’s a place of temporary suffering. Merriam-Webster says that it’s a “place or state of suffering wherein…the souls of those who die in God’s grace may make satisfaction for past sins and so become fit for heaven.” I’m gonna have to say “no thank you” to that good news…yikes!

What I don’t understand is if you go to confession, as required in the Catholic Church and you do your Hail Mary’s, or whatever the priest assigns, you’re supposed to be forgiven…so why the pit stop to be punished again? Although it sounds super fun…I’ll give it a hard “oh fuck no.” Why change if you still end up suffering before you’re good enough for heaven? Heaven being the goal for most people. I don’t believe in purgatory either. I do think there’s a gap between when we die and when we are reborn, but I don’t think it’s punishment.

So why is all this on my mind? I’ll tell you. I worry about my mom. I worried about her when she was alive, and I worry about her now. My mom was not a happy person…at least not the mom I experienced. She had a difficult life as a child and that shaped who she was and how she saw herself. She didn’t believe anyone loved her. She didn’t think my dad loved her, even after almost 70 years of marriage. She was damaged as a child and that kept her from fully accepting who she was. It also kept her closed off to recognizing and receiving love. She may not have had love as a child, but she was loved by many as an adult. It’s very sad to me that she couldn’t accept love. I worry now that she might feel alone. She didn’t like to be alone. She was scared alone. Nothing I learned in catechism told me how to address those fears.

Personally, I believe that our souls or spirits are timeless because we’ve been here before…many, many times. I don’t think that a love connection you shared with someone while you were alive is gone when you die. I think that love bonds go on forever. Maybe it’s like object permanence…even when a person you loved is gone from your presence, you know they still exist out there somewhere. And the love you shared with them continues.

I think part of the process of death and reincarnation is our souls working out past karma…karma from our current lives and past lives. James Van Praagh has explained that after death people of like minds gravitate together and share a natural attraction. So, for example, a soul like Hitler, who created mass destruction, devastation and death, will be attracted to similarly dark energetic souls.

James Van Praag describes “heaven” as having many levels and that the one that we enter right after we die is similar to our existence on earth and that people eventually evolve from these earth-like levels. He says that our soul’s movement is enabled by understanding that religion is a human tool and is not needed in the higher planes. From his experience communicating with spirits, he has learned that the only religion is love.

If we enter heaven with a similar mindset that we had while we were alive, then why would things be different in heaven? If you go to heaven as the same person you were two minutes before you died, then what’s different in heaven, besides being dead? I wonder if that’s confusing to a spirit…seems like it to me. I guess there’s no instant angelhood…I’m not sure that’s a word or a thing.

My mom was an angry person and she held on to resentments. I worry that heaven might not be great for her right now. I want her to find peace and rest but I’m not sure that’s immediately available to everyone. I don’t want her to live in an eternal place that’s as painful for her as her life was. The good news, according to James Van Praagh anyway, is that there’s no mental illness after death. Mental illness is a condition of the physical world. I don’t know who my mom would have been or what she would have been like without mental illness…maybe now she’ll have the opportunity to find out.

Honestly, I hope there’s healing in heaven…if there is a heaven…or wherever we end up. I don’t think there’s a place up in the sky where the dead, the “good” dead, reside, playing the harp and laying on clouds. But if heaven is where we go to work out our past karma and await rebirth, that makes more sense to me. If our mindset can continue to evolve and progress even after we die, then the work never ends…the work of becoming never ends. We are always becoming even after we cease to be on this planet. Maybe we have the ability for clear retrospect when we die. Maybe we can see more accurately what was available to us when we were alive. Maybe we see missed opportunities or missed understandings. Maybe we get to have all that we thought we missed out on…love, belonging, gratitude, rest, being seen and loved for who we are.

I definitely have more questions than answers with all of this death stuff…and I’m in no hurry to experience it firsthand. What I do know for sure is that in the end all that matters is how we love people. Because love wins…always.

And for you mom…May you find peace. May you find rest. May you know you are loved.

Did I Mention My Parents Are Dead?

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I realized today that both of my parents are dead. Dead?! WTF!? I know now why my kids never want to talk about my death, someday far away (I hope)…parents don’t fucking die! My kids assure me that they’ll take care of me and braid my hair. I ask them how long I will have been in a vegetative state for them to be able to braid my hair? My hair is maybe an inch long. It’s hard for them to imagine a world without me in it…it’s hard for me to imagine too.

I picked up my mother’s ashes today and suddenly all of this is very real…in a new way. When she died, I was in Colorado visiting my kids and grandkids and our new great grandson. So maybe things didn’t seem so real. My parents were never in Colorado, well not since 2009, so it was easy to think they were fine in Florida…maybe not my dad because he’s been gone a while but definitely my mom. As we were driving home it started to feel very real. I could feel her absence as I got closer to Florida. It’s weird to feel the absence of something, instead of the presence.

My mom had been asking to go to Bob Evans for breakfast and I never had the chance to take her…she got way too weak too fast. We ate there many times with my parents and had a lot of fun drinking mimosas and telling stories about our lives. I learned a lot about my parents there. The food is not my favorite, although if you like grease and fat pull up a chair. It wasn’t our favorite restaurant, but both of my parents really loved it.

Today Bob Evans wasn’t fun. It was sad. Sad because the reality of them being gone smacked me right in the head…I gotta start wearing a helmet. I can’t go visit my mom anymore and there are no more phone calls. We also picked up her belongings from her assisted living facility…the apartment, as she referred to it. One day recently, she asked me if I thought we needed that big of apartment. It made me smile. I didn’t really want to pick up her things, but it had to be done. My wife went with me and that helped. My sister and brother-in-law are coming this week too…I’m really glad.

I remember a cousin of mine telling me not to visit my mom everyday in the nursing home because then I would be lost when she was gone. She gave this advice after losing her father. I did not visit her every day, but it turns out you can still feel lost. I think I may actually feel like an orphan. Shit.

My parents and I had a challenging relationship…mostly my mom and me. Although my dad would always defend her. We had periods of years where we didn’t communicate at all or where my mom wouldn’t communicate with me. I’d try but after so many unanswered calls I’d give up…I guess that’s not great. I felt so rejected and every call made it worse. I guess I was protecting myself…I don’t know if that was a good thing to do or not, but I can only take so much. But seriously, I did not expect them to die. Parents don’t die. Not this soon anyway…maybe not at all. I’m okay with the fact that my parents were both ready to die. I’m just not okay with them being dead. If you’re confused, welcome to my world.

Given everything that went on with my mom and dealing with her anger, I thought I might feel relieved when she died. I’m looking at those words I just wrote and cringing a bit. You are not supposed to feel relieved when someone dies, especially your mother…that’ll send ya straight to hell. My physical therapist told me one day that I was a good person for taking care of my parents. What “good person” thinks they’ll feel relieved when their mother dies?

I thought I’d feel relieved that I didn’t need to be afraid of her anymore. I wouldn’t be wondering what her mood was going to be when I saw her. Turns out I don’t feel relieved…so my soul might be saved. I feel like I’m missing something. Like I went out without a jacket and am stuck outside in the snow. Like you know something isn’t right, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

And here’s a strange thing…when we picked up her things no one said anything at all. No “We’re sorry for your loss” or “We loved your mom” or “We miss her.” Nothing. No comments at all from any staff. I guess they go through this all the time. Maybe it’s old hat for them but not for me. I wanted to yell, “You know my mother is dead right?!” Say something…say some fucking thing. Don’t act like it’s just a normal Tuesday. It’s not normal. Nothing is normal. My mom died. She’s dead. She’s gone.

Let’s be real…my mom died and nothing is okay. I need to learn how to navigate a world that she’s not in, neither is my dad. Am I still a daughter if my parents are gone? Who am I if I’m not busy being their daughter? Who am I when I’m just me on my own…not me in reaction to them? Who am I if I define myself without their input or opinion? Maybe we really don’t grow up until our parents are gone. Maybe that’s when we can be free enough to allow who we really are to shine…when we can come out of the shadows. I told my wife that I spent a lot of time trying to be invisible growing up. If you’re invisible, then you can’t be in trouble or wrong or bad. 

Now I need to become comfortable with visibility. I don’t need to hide in the shadows. Now I really don’t need my parent’s approval…even if I do, it ain’t happening. I loved my mom and dad. I believe they knew that…that they were loved. They had grandchildren and great grandchildren that adored them…and my sister was always there for them. My parents are gone but love continues to win. My mom wanted to be with my dad, and now she is. Maybe that’s the power of love, to take you where you want to be. 

Love is a powerful force. It’s a force that needs attention and direction. Let’s love consciously, with intention. Love is not something to do half-assed…because in the end, all that matters is how we love each other…so do it with your whole self. Love must continue to win. Always.

Multiple Diseases of the Elderly

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The cremation place called me this morning…maybe it’s a cremation facility…I’m not sure. Anyway, they called early this morning to let me know that they have my mom and they’re taking care of her. That seems strange because she’s dead so how much are they really taking care of her? I understand that they were telling me that her body is being handled respectfully. I do appreciate that. They also wanted to ask me if I wanted the cause of death on all the death certificates or just some, what about half and half? Of course, I ordered 7 so there you go. We’re getting 4 of one and 3 of the other. I’m not sure which way so it’ll be a surprise. 

Since I had them on the phone…and a side note here, these cremation people are really lovely. They speak softly and calmly…slowly. They are as relaxed as possible, I’m sure because they are dealing with some unstable people…like me. So, since I was talking to them, I asked what my mom’s cause of death was, because no one told me, and I didn’t think to ask. She said, “Multiple diseases of the elderly.” Multiple diseases of the elderly…what the fuck does that mean? I thought they’d say natural causes because being almost 92 is a natural cause of death. Multiple diseases of the elderly make it sound like no one really knows…she was old…elderly…so check the box that covers the most options. Like a big “I’m elderly” blanket. 

I do not agree with their cause of death. My mom did have heart failure and A-Fib. She had a damaged valve in her heart because of rheumatic fever as a child. She had Parkinson’s disease that was progressing. She had a harder time moving her legs to walk and she became so unstable that she had to use a wheelchair. Her hands were shaking worse, and eating was more difficult. She had a hard time keeping food on a spoon or a fork. I know that really frustrated her. I can only imagine. I don’t think any of those multiple diseases were the cause of her death. 

Multiple diseases of the elderly were not the cause of my mother’s death. Not eating, not drinking, and sleeping were her causes of death. Maybe loneliness because she really missed my dad. Maybe that was the heart failure…failing from sadness. The real cause of death was that she wanted to die. So, the official cause of death was a “strong will.”

Now I feel confident in saying that “strong will” is not a choice on a death certificate. That’s too bad because I think it’s one of the most common causes of death for the elderly…strong will. I think that was the same cause of death for my dad. He was ready. She was ready. My mom told me that she wanted to die, and then she’d add, “Not because of you.” I did appreciate the clarification. 

My mom felt like she had lost control over her life and that all her decisions were made for her. That really made her angry. I told her that there were 3 things she controlled: what she ate, what she drank, and whether she took medicine. She controlled those things, and no one was going to make her do anything she didn’t want to. Then I talked to the staff to make sure I wasn’t lying. It was difficult for the nurses and aides who really cared for her to let her go. They wanted to convince her to eat, just a little, or take a sip of water…but they stopped. They honored her wishes, and in that way honored her. 

I do believe my mom willed herself to die. She definitely had a strong enough will to make it happen. She shut everything down and died. Strong will is not a disease but is certainly a cause of death. What are the multiple diseases of the elderly? At first, I was thinking of the obvious…heart failure, cancer, kidney, heart, lung, or liver disease, an aneurism, dementia, a stroke, and the list could certainly go on and on. My Aunt died of COPD, my dads’ parents died young of heart problems, my mom’s mom lived until 96…96 and ½. She’s got the record for sure. Her great grandchildren called her the “energizer bunny” and said that she kept going and going. 

But what are really the multiple diseases of the elderly? A “disease” is defined as an “illness or sickness characterized by specific signs or symptoms.” Seems obvious. But what about the “dis-eases” of the elderly? “Dis” is a Latin prefix meaning, “apart, asunder, or away.” The slang “dis” means “to treat with disrespect or contempt.” “Ease” is the “absence of difficulty or effort, making something less severe, or moving carefully.” Another definition is “to free something that pains, disquiets, or burdens.” 

So…apart, away, disrespect, absence of effort, less severe, free what pains or burdens us….Hmmm. Perhaps the real dis-ease for the elderly in our society is being put away or apart, not being respected as a useful member of society or a family. Maybe it’s that we want to be free from the extra burden of caring for someone in their last years. I guess it’s not that surprising since we do glorify youth in the United States. No one wants gray hair or wrinkles, so people have cosmetic changes made to themselves in hopes of looking forever young. We treat aging as a curse, instead of a natural part of life. I’ve told my wife that I like the lines on her face because I see them as laugh lines, and how could lines from happiness be a bad thing? 

When we moved to Florida with my parents, I had a plan. The plan was that my parents would live with us until their deaths. That way they’d never need a nursing home because we would take care of them for the rest of their lives. Oh, the best laid plans of mice and men…and women. For whatever reason, my mom became adamant that she wanted to be in a nursing home. She wanted to be away from me and away from my dad. She’d tell me that I didn’t want her there and neither did my dad, although that was untrue. 

We both tried to make her happy, but we couldn’t. When her aggressive behavior was too much for me to handle and keep my dad safe, I agreed to find her a nursing home. Getting her into a nursing home was a giant cluster fuck, as I have written about in other blog posts. Once she was in the nursing home she didn’t want to be there. She didn’t want to be at home with my dad and I either…I don’t know exactly what she wanted. I think that maybe she didn’t know either. That was sad.

I know that the elderly are frequently overlooked in our country. Unlike other cultures, we don’t look to our elders for their wisdom and insights about life. We don’t ask about what life has been like for them. We don’t ask about the things they’ve learned or the experiences they’ve had. My dad could tell you about every place he ate when he was traveling. When we were driving from St. Louis to Florida it was a narration of all the places he drove and where he ate the best something. I told my wife I want to start looking for places to eat when we’re driving cross country…usually I just want to grab something and get right back in the car…but I could change, and it might be fun.

I think the multiple dis-eases of the elderly are loss, sadness, lack of control, and nothing to look forward to. The dis-ease is in watching everyone you love die. You may want to live a long life but along with that comes the loss of many people in your life. My mom said all the time that all of her friends were dead. Then she lost my dad. It’s hard to go from independence to complete dependence. My mom would tell people that I made her sell her car and that she could still drive fine. What she didn’t say was that one whole side of the car was scratched because she hit the side of the garage regularly pulling in. And she was completely blind in one eye. So, she could drive but it was dangerous for her, anyone on the road, and the garage. I understand selling the car represented a huge loss of independence for her.

It’s difficult to move somewhere knowing that you won’t move again. My wife and I talk about Florida as our last move, and we hope to stay where we are. But I’m 63 not 91. I know there’s still life ahead of me and many things I want to do. In a nursing home people only leave when they die. She felt like she was waiting to die. I would try and focus on everything she still had, a big family with grandchildren and great grandchildren, and the fact that she was very loved. I think my mom was sad and felt like I put her away, even though she’s the one who put herself away. It was hard to see her sad and angry.

We have a rapidly growing population of people over 65 in this country…I’m not, but that’s what I hear. We don’t have good answers about caring for an aging population. If you have the money, you can find a beautiful resort style place for independent or assisted living, with increasing levels of care as you need it. If you are not independently wealthy, it’s not as easy. The multiple diseases of the elderly are sadness, isolation, loneliness, loss. Those are the dis-ease’s of the elderly. Those are the causes of death in our elderly. 

I don’t know how to solve the problem except with awareness. We tried to give my mom and dad a full and happy life in Florida, some days were more successful than others. I’m not sure I was always as aware or attentive to my mom’s emotional needs as I could have been. I do know I was doing my best. The only way to discover what needs to be done is to lead with love. If I am leading with love, then I am seeing issues and people through a lens of love. When we love people what are we willing to do for them? If we love our neighbor as ourselves then what actions are we willing to take? Could we befriend a lonely neighbor or just say “hi” to someone? My mom used to love to sit on the patio and watch people walk their dogs. She was thrilled when someone stopped and talked to her. That’s all it took. Less than 5 minutes. Certainly, we all have 5 minutes to give. 

Let’s be real…Everyone wants to matter…to be seen…to be cared about. None of that changes just because you’re 70, 80, or 91. We never reach a place of not needing. We thrive in connection with others…in relationships. We are interdependent beings. We all need love, and we all have a tremendous capacity to love. Sometimes we hoard our love or reserve it for special people in our lives. But love is one of those things that the more you give it away, the more you have to give. 

So, let’s lead with love. If we use love as our guiding force, we will find the people and places that need our love the most. Let’s find them and let’s give all the love we can. We can meet people’s needs to matter and be seen by taking our focus off of ourselves and turning it towards others. We can find ways to be loving all day every day. Let’s do that. Because in the end all that matters is how we love people. Let’s love freely and generously. Our actions can ensure that love wins. Love must always win. 

I’m An Orphan…Right?

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Can you be an orphan at 63? Well, 63 and ¾’s to be accurate. Personally, I’m not sure but my sister says that we’re orphans now. My mother died March 17th. St. Patrick’s Day. My sister and I think she did that on purpose. Now no one will ever forget the day she died and it’s a national holiday for us Irish folks. What more could you ask for…green beer and toasts to you all night…toasts lengthening with each Guinness consumed. Omg! She would be so pleased. I’m happy for her about that. We did many toasts Sunday. My favorite was, “May heaven know you’re dead a full half hour before the devil finds out.” She wouldn’t like that one for herself, but my dad was probably laughing his ass off. Hopefully I didn’t create a conflict there…I wouldn’t want them to fight on her first day in heaven.

My mother died peacefully in her sleep Sunday morning. The rehab center called to tell me. It was a call I had been expecting at any time, but I was still surprised when it came. My mother wanted to die. She was ready. In her good weeks, she told me she had a great life but that she had lived longer than she wanted to. She missed my dad. She had stopped eating and drinking. She curled up in bed and went to sleep. She stayed asleep several days before she died. My dad passed away exactly the same way. I’m sure after 70 years it was hard to be apart. 

My first phone call was to my sister. I told her and then we just stared at each other silently for a minute or two on FaceTime, and then she said, “Well we’re orphans now.” I would have been surprised by that except she had been practicing this idea on me with “We’re gonna be orphans soon” or “We’re gonna be orphans when mom dies” and “We’ll be orphans. That’s what it’s called when both of your parents are dead.” That’s what it’s called alright…kind of.

An orphan is defined as, “A child under the age of 18.” This definition made my sister super sad, so I told her I’ll adopt her, and then she won’t be an orphan. I can be her “sister mother” kind of like “sister wife” only legal…at least I think it would be legal…super creepy but legal. And I won’t make her wear a long dress and braids…well maybe braids. I’m thinking Pippi Longstocking’ish. I need some red hair dye.

When I hear the word “orphan” I think of “Little Orphan Annie” the title of which became “Annie” probably because you don’t address a child as a “little orphan” or any kind of orphan. It’s not a title. The movie “Annie” reminds me of, “It’s a hard knock life for us” and “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow….” And of course, Carol Burnett as Ms. Hannigan. She was some bitch.

For my sister’s sake, I also read that adults who have lost their parents can (and do) identify themselves as orphans. Merriam-Webster says, “A child whose parents have died, are unknown or have permanently abandoned them” are orphans. By that definition my mom was an orphan from a young age. Her father left my grandmother when my mom was 6, I believe. She told me that he was crazy about her and loved to take her places with him. She said that he loved her so much, but he still left, and she never saw him again. And she doesn’t know why. My mom was devastated by the loss of her dad. She had a double loss, her dad and being left with her mother, who she told us, never loved her. My grandmother’s brother, my Mom’s Uncle Mike, lived in the apartment with them. I’ve heard horror stories of how my grandma and great uncle would scare my mom and how they were mean to her. She was traumatized as a child. And I guess no one really cared. I know she felt abandoned and unloved.

It’s no surprise my mom had a lot of phobias…claustrophobia, acrophobia, and hydrophobia are the ones I remember. Not understanding why she was treated so harshly she came to believe that she was “bad” somehow and everything that happened was her fault. When children don’t understand what’s happening around them, they make up a story that solves the riddle for them. Our brains cannot manage the stress of not knowing or understanding what happened, so our brain creates a solution…even if the solution is hurtful to us…or untrue.

I was also an orphan, way before this St. Patrick’s Day. I was abandoned by my mother almost from birth. Not technically, not physically, but emotionally. My mom and I had a complicated relationship. I’m not sure exactly why.  I think many of our issues stemmed from her own childhood. They were hers but projected onto me, so what was hers became mine. Her mother favored her brother, 4 years younger than her, I believe. My mom used to say, as if she was joking, that her brother was “the sun, moon, and stars” to her mom and that “he could do no wrong.” She felt unloved and unwanted. I felt the same way. My mom and I had years that we were estranged from each other and that led to my estrangement from my dad, my sister, and all my extended family. I’m sorry for the lost years, at the time I was doing what I thought was best for me, and my own mental health. Would I do it differently now? I honestly don’t know.

I’ve used this blog to write about my mom and I will continue to write about her, probably a lot. I’m going to write about her because she was my mom. She was a very influential person in my life. The ways she loved and hated, was pleased or disappointed, what she accepted and what was just tolerated shaped who she was and who I am. Now with awareness, I want to choose my shape…I will shape who I will become…or am becoming. We are always becoming.

My mom had mental health issues. My primary caretaker had mental health issues. Issues that were never fully addressed and definitely not talked about. It was perhaps the biggest elephant in the room growing up…and there was a small herd. I’m going to free the poor elephant, actually, all the elephants. They’ve been chained up for too fucking long. I’m going to write about, and talk about, the issues in my family, with my mom, my dad, my parents (because they were different together than individually), maybe my sister, extended family…I’m gonna talk about patterns and habitual behaviors, familial and personal. I’m going to talk about the legacy of abuse, mental illness (in different forms), abandonment, grudges, withholding, and I’m going to talk about forgiveness, mental health, insight and change…I hope lots of change, for myself. I’ll leave other people to determine their own path through whatever life brings to them. Life brings a lot…a hell of a lot. 

If you’re reading this and you loved my mom, you might be offended when I talk about her…so this blog may not be for you. Remember though, I loved her too. I loved her and she was my model for motherhood and womanhood. I was sculpted out of my responses and reactions to her. In order to understand me I need to understand her. I need to develop my compassion for her. She was just a woman doing the best she could. It didn’t always feel that way. I’m sure it doesn’t always seem like I’m doing my best either. I’m gonna do my best with this. I’m gonna do my best for my wife, kids, and family. I’m gonna do my best for her and for me…so I keep moving forward.

Let’s be real…losing a parent is hard. Losing both in less than a year feels like a lot. That’s my official assessment of myself…it’s a lot. Sorting through baggage, that we’ve carried for years is hard work. The starting point is to put it down. Set the baggage down. It may feel like you can’t because it’s such a part of you and after all it’s part of a matched set. Do it anyway. Set it down and look around it. Finding a new perspective can get you started on a new path, and intentional path…a path for you and your health, both emotional and physical. I am choosing an intentional path. I am choosing my path. No one is making me do anything. I’m taking the path that leads me through all the shit I’ve been avoiding for such a long time. No more serpentining…constantly running in a zigzag line because I’m afraid of what will happen if I stop. What happens if I stop? If I stop and set down the baggage…I guess it’s time to find out.

So I’m headed on to a path of transformation. My transformation. I am way the fuck too old to be blaming my mom for anything. It’s time I take charge of my own life. My own life and my own behavior. In order to love someone, you have to know them. And to know them you have to listen, deeply. Its time for me to know, listen to, and understand myself. To give myself the same consideration I’d give a friend. And of course, it all starts with love. Love is the greatest gift we can give someone, including ourselves. I’m going to lead with love, in the world and with myself. I’m gonna try some tenderness. In the end, all that matters is how we love people, and that includes ourselves. I want love to win in my life, and in yours. Let’s be love warriors…starting now. I’ll go first….