I am restless tonight. Today has been a day of some absolutes and I am restless now that I am home.
I didn’t go to work today; I went to Grannys, now Ks house and helped him around the house. I gathered up the left behind hospice supplies that were left over, pulled and cleaned the linens and did some general housework today. K and I sat with some neighbors and then my sister Stef came over. It was soothing yet upsetting sitting around talking about Granny and my arse of a father.
Before Stef left, K asked us to go through Grannys jewelry so that we could take what we wanted before my bloodsucking father got a hold of everything and pawned what he could. Quire an awkward moment, let me tell you. I am wearing one of her favorite necklaces. It’s a gold charm on a gold chain. The charm is a gold elongated upside down V and on the front of it is a 4 ct purple amethyst. Somehow wearing it makes me feel closer to Granny.
I feel a bit lost and wide open at the moment. I was talking to a dear friend of mine tonight and I told him that last night, I left Grannys house for the last time, today I entered Ks house for the first time. It felt a little awkward. Instead of walking in as I had done with permission before Granny died, this morning when I arrived, I rang the door chime. I don't think I have ever done that before. I didn’t even know if it worked.
K greeted me wish a hug per usual and somehow it felt different. Granny was not there, the nurses were not there and it was quiet save for the low chatter on the TV. I arrived before anyone came over to visit and while he worked with the locksmith to change the locks, I picked up around the house. Gone was the comfortable banter, we still laughed and teased but it feels different now. Not uncomfortable, just different.
K asked me to stay for dinner but I declined and left earlier than I usually have. It seemed that there was nothing holding me back, no sense of usefulness or the sense to give comfort. I left Ks house feeling lost and alone.
I think the shock is wearing off and the grief is trying to show its face but there is something holding it back. I feel on the verge of crying and then nothing. Did I let it all out before Granny died? Did I mourn enough and now my heart says it can’t shed another tear?
It is only 8pm and I have already made dinner and eaten. I want to shower but I am very tired and feel that I need to just sleep now. I think the shower will wait until morning. I am going to work tomorrow and the next day and the next day. There will be no funeral or service, she didn’t want one and since her body (per her wishes) was donated for medical research, there will be no memorial closure for any of the family. I am ok with it as I am uncomfortable with the whole standardized funeral situation. But I know that for others, the service/funeral provides final closure. I have talked to K about having a family get together on Sat night. We will see.
Thanks for reading, you have made my day!
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