It is one sad weekend around this house.
Football season in my eyes ended this afternoon when referees saw to it that the 49ers got handed the lead over my beloved Panthers. Still stand 100% behind the crew & I refuse to cheer on anyone else at this point. To me NFL season is over today.
For once I was grateful not to be at the stadium. Too say I didn’t keep my cool would be a nice way to put it. Like I have said before, you mess with those I love & treat them unfairly & woe be you. Time and chilling at home has calmed me down some but I still feel like we have been robbed of a great opportunity and I don’t understand why. What I do know is there is nothing I can do about it other than start counting down the days until the draft party that starts the next Panthers preseason.
Acceptance of disappointments that I can not change is a theme this weekend.
Yesterday would have been Mom’s birthday & looking back I should have planned on it effecting me. I thought I would have been better by now, but grief isn’t like that. It truly is like waves that come and go. I miss her & a lot lately I just want to call her up to vent or ask a question or relay a message in that way she had to other family members. The gaps are still there and the pain still stings.
If I was still living solo I probably would have spent the day in bed not talking to a soul other than when my sister called to check in. Dad was off camping with his cannon buddies, so I feel like he was taken care of. My sister had friends coming in to visit, so she was good. I didn’t think that maybe I would need the support too. Luckily I had it by my side. Thankfully he is a heavy sleeper & I did most of my “ugly cry” sobbing while he was still asleep. Baxter however made sure to snuggle especially close. Dogs just know.
Reading also is helping me. At one point before dawn I got up & made some tea & started a new book, Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman. Sometimes the right thing gets to you at just the right time. This is one of those times for sure. Just at the start but already relating very closely and I recommend this for woman who is struggling with the loss of their mother. A lot of the information is about those who have lost their mothers at a young age, but in a lot of ways it doesn’t matter the age. Support systems play a big role in healing and I found myself realizing that not having one certainly has made the impact of her passing feel bigger.
Thankfully I am working on that and having Mr Man here to hold me & comfort me was luxury. Still not feeling entirely like we aren’t just having a long sleep over as best friends, but I guess that is how good relationships should feel. I just have to get used to it & remember it is ok to enjoy it without worrying about when it will end. Scary as it is I am grateful that while mourning the loss of one loved one I am able to feel loved and valued.
Even if she wasn’t here to celebrate I made sure to have cake. He last birthday cake was angel food, so I picked one up. Got it just to feel the comfort and connection to that day a year ago when we celebrated by her bedside watching her determinedly feeding herself spoonfuls of cake, strawberries & whipped cream. Thinking about it afterwards I have to laugh at the obvious pun of having ANGEL food cake. Then again it very easily could be a simple new tradition of remembrance.
& yes of course I made a wish.
Pretty sure she would have & would have wanted me too. Moms are just like that sometimes.
