For A Mom

Saturday, Mar. 14, 2009 - 12:33 a.m.

My friends, today is a change of pace.

I'm essentially taking today off, but I have a couple of things I need to share with you guys.

The mother of one of my dearest friends has died, and I'm trying to afford him some privacy, while at the same time acknowledging my own personal grief at the passing of one of the best moms I ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Being the usual goob that I am, I clean forgot to ask permission to write about this using any identifying details, so I'll avoid doing so as best I can.

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The loss of a parent is always expected, but never accepted, at least not when it happens.

We trip over that loss throughout the rest of our existence.

Whenever we see or hear something we absolutely know they'd be amused with, sometimes the phone is in hand before we remember.

Sometimes somebody says "And how is your mother these days?" and even though we're were sure we'd know how to handle this the first time it came up, there's still something inside us that just wants to get right in their faces because they're fools who haven't bothered to stay in touch and yell "She's DEAD, thanks!"

And then there's that box of her stuff, back in the closet, that got overlooked when everything else was gleaned for charity.

When you open it as you are looking for something else, there will be her high school yearbooks, or her degree, or even a sweater that still smells like her.

This stuff is bearable after a fashion, but actual preparation for such moments? Heh.

Pretty damned impossible.

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My friend, if you are seeing this, all I can do is tell you to mourn this loss the way YOU see fit.

And to watch out for that stuff I mentioned.

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That's it.

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