I'm working on planning the memorial for my mom for our family and friends in Colorado. This one will be a regular Catholic service, and there's a lot work to planning it and getting everyone on board that you want to do readings and stuff.
The service will be May 29th, and I was planning on flying out the day before...but because my aunt (boy that's a long story) doesn't want to stay for a day or two in Denver so my grandmother can spend some time with me and the other family, I'm flying out 2 days prior to Grand Junction and driving my grandma to Denver. That way she can meet with the priest also. He will want to meet with me prior to the service. I will also be staying longer so that I can take my grandma back to Grand Junction, so instead of flying out on Sunday, I will fly out on Monday. My husband is going to fly out the evening before and then back on Sunday so he will only miss one day of work.
Back to my aunt - she can't stay for a day or two in Denver because "that's a busy time at the Goodwill" and she doesn't want to miss work. This doesn't surprise me, she couldn't be bothered to call my mom or write to her from time to time. My mom was so hurt by that, she felt like her sister didn't care anything at all about her. Then after my mom died, she didn't even send me a sympathy card (and neither did either one of her children). It wasn't like it was a birthday they missed...my mom died and they couldn't be bothered to take 3 minutes and spend a stamp...I'm so hurt by that. It's sort of like it lets you know your place and what you're worth...or not worth.
I've also decided I'm going to put something in newspaper about the service so that if my brother is any where around, maybe he will see that our mom is gone. I'm not interested enough to pay someone to find him (he chose drugs over the family...stole money and then took off. He hasn't contacted anyone for over 16 years, and we don't even know if he's still alive).
I miss her so much, her voice, her laugh, her hugs, her kisses and her smell. There's still such a big part of me that doesn't want to believe that she's gone and I can't delete her phone number out of my phone...it's still there. I want so badly for her to call me and tell me she's home from dialysis - but then again I don't. I know she hated dialysis, and she's not in pain anymore and Lord knows she was in a lot of pain! I just miss my mom I guess.
The service will be May 29th, and I was planning on flying out the day before...but because my aunt (boy that's a long story) doesn't want to stay for a day or two in Denver so my grandmother can spend some time with me and the other family, I'm flying out 2 days prior to Grand Junction and driving my grandma to Denver. That way she can meet with the priest also. He will want to meet with me prior to the service. I will also be staying longer so that I can take my grandma back to Grand Junction, so instead of flying out on Sunday, I will fly out on Monday. My husband is going to fly out the evening before and then back on Sunday so he will only miss one day of work.
Back to my aunt - she can't stay for a day or two in Denver because "that's a busy time at the Goodwill" and she doesn't want to miss work. This doesn't surprise me, she couldn't be bothered to call my mom or write to her from time to time. My mom was so hurt by that, she felt like her sister didn't care anything at all about her. Then after my mom died, she didn't even send me a sympathy card (and neither did either one of her children). It wasn't like it was a birthday they missed...my mom died and they couldn't be bothered to take 3 minutes and spend a stamp...I'm so hurt by that. It's sort of like it lets you know your place and what you're worth...or not worth.
I've also decided I'm going to put something in newspaper about the service so that if my brother is any where around, maybe he will see that our mom is gone. I'm not interested enough to pay someone to find him (he chose drugs over the family...stole money and then took off. He hasn't contacted anyone for over 16 years, and we don't even know if he's still alive).
I miss her so much, her voice, her laugh, her hugs, her kisses and her smell. There's still such a big part of me that doesn't want to believe that she's gone and I can't delete her phone number out of my phone...it's still there. I want so badly for her to call me and tell me she's home from dialysis - but then again I don't. I know she hated dialysis, and she's not in pain anymore and Lord knows she was in a lot of pain! I just miss my mom I guess.
