Mom's obituary, mostly written by my brother, John.
We all added input and corrections over the last weekend, a meaningful but difficult process for all of us. I had thought I was doing well, but I knew there was more to come. Yesterday as I made myself do my volunteer tasks I had committed to, I dissolved into a space of absolutely hating everyone and everything in my life. I wanted to immediately quit every single thing. Of course I knew not to, and put myself under a blanky, but even food sounded terrible and I just hoped it would pass before I went through with all the quitting. It was the most negative space I can remember being in, in my whole life.
I feel marginally better today but not much. It's not fun being this vulnerable. Of course at the very same time the Oregonian article came out, all about me, in my living room, which I also was hating and being unable to fix. The article is wonderful of course, and there is a video coming soon, too.
But the colors of the world have changed. I remember this from losing my Dad over fifty years ago. The world is different, but only to me, and it doesn't really matter to anyone but me. Nothing anyone can do or say will really make me feel much better about it. I need my mommy.
And she has gone. I'm glad she left behind so much love and approval of me for me to hold onto. I would not be me without her endless support and understanding. I had the best Mom.
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