The situation is strangely opposite now that my dad has died. My recent memories of him, over say the last 10-12 years, are mainly in Florida. He had been to my condo, but it's not his location to me. Being home doesn't, in and of itself, trigger pain and painful memories.
What's triggered it so far, oddly enough, is the word "parents". I have to start saying "my mother" instead.
"My mother lives in Florida."Not that I'm erasing him, or the word "parents" altogether; but it has to go to the past.
Or "I'm going to visit my mother."
"My parents moved to Florida in 1996."Past.
"My parents met in Trinidad."
Passed.
Words.
Tomorrow will be better. No matter how arbitrary is actually is, it will be somewhat comforting to put April behind me, to be able to say, "last month". (Plus, hockey is one of my drugs, and Game 1 of Round 2 is tomorrow.)
Sunday will be better. Done with the worst of the "this time last week" thoughts.
May 11th will be better. Back to Florida. Hug my mom. Better.
I'm just catching back up with your blog and wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. My dad died in 1989 and I still miss him every single day. It's not as painful --time does heal--but it never goes away. My heart is with you.
ReplyDelete--Barb
Oh man. I've never even thought of that aspect of things--naming one parent instead of referring to them as a unit. Here's hoping that May really does help you feel a little better.
ReplyDeleteGive your mom a hug from all of us, too.
ReplyDeleteYou've written this so beautifully and...so painfully accurate. I continue grieving my beloved daughter, and so I understand.
ReplyDeleteMany thoughts and prayers are coming your way, dear friend!