Mom's Box

[naamah_darling]

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[apocalypticbob]

*hugs you*

Beautiful box. Beautiful necklace. Beautiful words.

Thanks for reminding me that even though my mother may be attempting to slowly drive me batshit crazy with her passive aggresive ways, she really does love me and I love her and I should try to cherish the time I've got with her.

And the nervous tic will go away, right? Right?

*sniffle*

[crows_warning]

Beautiful, brutal and honest to the core. I understand because my relationship with my dad was similiar and he also died from cancer. He also died this month. Words fail and comparisons pale, but I can at least say," I get it."

[dorei]

Thank you for sharing this. My mom has stage 4 lung cancer. She's doing okay at the moment, but I admit that I'm so afraid that this will be my last christmas with her. And just typing that makes me cry.

My mom isn't a jewelry horse (tho she loves her earrings!) but she asked for gremlins when she was first diagnosed. The gremlin, specifically, from the Bugs Bunny cartoons. I asked all my friends to give me their best shot at drawing the gremlin, or even just printing it off from the web. Just so I could have something tangible to show her that people were rooting for her. I am so grateful for the friends who responded.

I'm glad you can still bring forth the good memories, and I hope you continue to do so.

[greektoomey]

They don't really listen when I say that despite the fact that I loved her, she wasn't my friend, or even much of a guardian, while she was alive. There was a time when we were as close to enemies as two family members can come. I never felt that safe sort of closeness with her that other people seem to feel around their mothers.My mother died almost twenty years ago, on February 4, 1987, when I was fifteen, from an overdose of cocaine taken intravenously. In addition to her cocaine addiction, she was an alcoholic, and one of the very few marijuana users I've ever met (and I've met a lot) who was addicted to that herb

[morty_baby]

That is a magnificent box. And a very moving story. You could be writing about the relationship between my mom and I

[_insanity_lost]

That is what my husband, his sister and I did all summer long, was go through all his dad's stuff, after he passed away last year during the holidays. He collected the most insane things. We found boxes upon boxes of x-ray film, slides, negatives, and even carpet samples from when Hermann hospital in the Texas Med Center was built. It was toughest on his mom, and she tried, but she kind of had to sit back and let her kids do it. It's just weird the things that remind you of stuff, and the shock of what do you do with all of it now that the person is gone? Is it like throwing them away to throw the stuff away?

*sigh*

[morty_baby]

I made up envelopes for each of my brothers and myself and as I went through my mother's stuff, I set aside the things that I thought would be important to them (or rather their wives/children), even though I haven't talked to two of my brothers in years. I didn't necessarily WANT to do that for them, in fact not at all, I just knew that my mother would have appreciated it and so I did. I wanted to rip up everything into teeny tiny pieces first and mail the lot to them :) specially the one brother that hadn't talked to his own mother in 25 years. Lots of touching memories going through her stuff, though. It gets easier every time I travel up there to continue it but I still keep finding stuff to hurt my heart.

[naamah_darling]

Oh, man. Ow.

That's very expansive and kind of you. Your mother would, indeed, be pleased, I think, that you took the time to do it.

*hugs*