Warning: this post is going to be all over the place. And long.
What started out as one night turned into 15 nights away from home. The longest I’ve ever not been here. I am ready to collapse, but as you may have guessed, my head is just swimming after the last several days. However, it’s good to be home.
The funeral on Thursday was really, really beautiful. It truly was a celebration of Mom’s life. That’s not to say that it wasn’t sad, because words cannot do those emotions justice. But, I think (and my family does, too) that not having her body at the visitation and funeral made it so much easier to endure. It’s just hard to look over and see your loved one lying there, not looking like herself. So, I encourage you to think unconventionally when you have to deal with something like this in your family…I hadn’t ever given it any thought until going through this, and now I know that I don’t want my body at my funeral.
We were incredibly moved by the number of friends and family that came to see us last night. Just really overwhelming.
Today we spent the day writing thank you notes. It was a huge job, as we were working from several lists that we’d created of people that had helped our family over the last week, but we got it done. Between my brothers (who were part-time helpers), their wives and me (I did have to take a break and bring my kiddos over to my dad’s house), we wrote nearly 170 thank yous today. My sister has her own stack of probably 20 that she’s going to do this weekend. I am so glad that we decided to just hammer it all out today. Those girls are workhorses!
Over the last several days, I’ve pondered why it took so long for Mom to pass, when she was obviously so sick, and watching this happen was so hard. In my incredibly limited ability to think about things like this, I kind of just tried to be okay with “because it’s God’s decision” (duh). But today, I think I may have stumbled upon a thought that helps me be more at ease with watching her struggle during her last several days. I think she was holding on so long so that she could give us one last gift, which is just like her.
My mom loved to have all of her kids and their spouses at home at once. Not only were we all there at once, but we were all there at once A LOT. Lots more than we usually get to be. And only these circumstances could have pulled all of us away from our respective jobs, homes, commitments and cities for such an extended period of time. I’ve never been able to spend so much time with my siblings and their spouses and my dad since we’ve all been adults. The last time would have been when I lived at home for the summer 9 years ago before I married Matt. And Hayley was only 13, so that doesn’t count.
I already knew that they were amazing people. And that my brothers had married wonderful, smart, strong women. And that my dad is just indescribably awesome. But getting so much time with them? Absolutely priceless. Thursday night after everyone else had left the house except us is a time I won’t ever forget…we were able to relax and have a good time together. Zach was totally on his game, with gems coming out of his mouth repeatedly. My mom would have been laughing right along with us, I’m sure.
I assure you that my regular posts on my stellar (please know that this is a joke) parenting skills, descriptions of outings with my children that I wish I hadn’t taken, and weird things my kids do and say will be returning soon. I’ve just got to clear my head first.
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