
Our Clean House 5
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Our hero, a late 30s-something dad of two tries to remember those things he wishes he'd said.
April has so far been a busy but wonderful month. Last weekend we drove about four hours on Saturday to see my aunt before she moves to Ontario to live. At 93 years-old every visit with her is something very special. She’s my Dad’s older sister and has served as a de facto grandmother for his side of the family. Happily she’s lived the last seven years with her daughter and is going up to live with her son “because if I’m there for seven years, I’ll be 100!”
Last Saturday night held a delicious and meaningful dinner with cousins and their spouses, some whom I hadn’t seen in 15 years. It was great.
The next day (Sunday) we spent the day with Super Mom’s youngest brother, his wife, and their too cute to actually be real daughter- our one and only first cousin! She is the beautiful child who makes me Uncle Binky.
The only down side is that we over-estimated the feasibility of five of us stuffed into my dad’s Saturn Aura sedan. Oh well… Live and learn (easy for me to say- I wasn’t in the back seat!).
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Its been three months since my mom passed away. One of the consequences of someone dying unexpectedly is that special possessions aren’t given to loved ones, or even given much thought. Ten years ago when my grandmother (mom’s mom) passed away, she had already put names on the back of many of her favourite things. Seeing her do that or at least knowing she had been assigning her possessions to that family was at the same time upsetting and comforting. When she was gone, we appreciated that much more.
With dad surviving mom, there is no rush to give things away or dispose of what we can’t give away. That said, my dad is intent upon purging the house. He’s not doing it in an unreasonable way- but is a reminder of how deeply her loss must have hit his own sense of mortality.
So, anyway, one of the things of my mom’s that I really wanted to have was her typewriter. Its a manual Brother Portable and my guess is that she bought it at some point between 1965 and 1970.
Here it is (now at our house):



So, I’m trying to study for a job interview… I can’t believe I used to study full-time. Even to someone whose job involves a lot of assessment and reflection, that seems strange… and a long time ago.
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I did it! A few months ago, I bought a used first generation iPod Nano on E-Bay for a a grand total of 10 bucks + about 15 bucks shipping. As advertised, it came with the older model Apple ear buds (which I prefer to the newer ones), a USB cord, a wall charger and a case. Its overall condition was great with no scratches on the screen at all. Unfortunately, the battery would hold a charge for only about two-three hours.
Not wanting to shy away from a challenge, I bought a replacement battery for $5 (including shipping and handling). I borrowed a soldering iron from my dad and proceeded to replace the old worn battery. The pictures tell the story:
Yep, it works and holds a much better charge.
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That's rain in the air.
On the 29th we returned from a wonderful (almost) week spend at Walt Disney World. As you can imagine this was a both a great year and a difficult year to be “away” for Christmas. Great because its been such a difficult time and difficult because it was my Dad’s first Christmas without Mom since the late 1960’s. He went to his sister’s home, about a four hour drive from here.
We had such a wonderful time, I’m not sure I can accurately describe it. When you travel with people you love and who love you so very much back, its hard not to have a pretty great time. I’ll let some pictures help with the story from here.
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We buried my mom today. After a moving funeral, we laid her to rest about 80 feet from the church that she loved so much. The service was moving and saddening.
In keeping with her Free Church of Scotland roots, two of the hymns were actually unaccompanied sung Psalms (121 and 23) and that’s when I started to let loose with some tears. The church was packed and a friend of the family for 30 years read a eulogy. We had her interred and then went back in for a social time.
The wake was more physically exhausting, the funeral more emotionally exhausting. As Mom’s only living child I thanked everyone publically for coming to honour her and talked about how fitting it was that she was surrounded by people she loved in a place she loved, as we remembered both her many strengths and challenges. Many, many people came up to me and spoke about how kind Mom was to everyone she met and how she worked (so often behind the scenes) to make the community a better place. Children felt safe with her. She paid attention to kids with a patience that defies my abilities as a parent.
I’m dizzy at the thought that there are so many things she’ll never be able to tell me about herself and the her views of the world. My mom and I were alike in so many ways, different in so many others. I’m terrified that she won't be there for me, our kids, and my Dad.
I think I’m still in shock over what I’ve lost this week. I can’t yet my head around what life is going to be like without her. This was so sudden- it was last Sunday before we really knew that she was going to die, five days after she’d entered the hospital. I spoke to her on Wednesday night, but didn’t say goodbye. That’s unfortunate… More later.
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“Its been the worst day, since yesterday.”
LA Irish Punk Band Flogging Molly
I had always pictured that I’d have some time to say a real good bye to those with whom I’m closest. My mom is dying and I don’t think I’m going to get that chance with her. That said, we part on the best of terms, loved and respected.
On Tuesday she entered the hospital after a prolonged illness at home. At first we thought she had H1N1, then some kind of bacterial infection, but it now looks like her old nemesis cancer has come back. No H1N1, no infection… The results of a CAT scan appear to show a number of signs pointing to cancer. We didn’t know, but I’m not sure there was much we could have done if we had.
Mom was last awake coherently Wednesday evening and I saw her then and we had some time alone. Right now, Mom is asleep all the time. She’s still being treated but nothing seems to be making a great deal of difference aside from keeping her stable. She is fading, though.
Sorry to just dump this news here, but I do try to write about what I’m going through.
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I received a call tonight about 10:30 from the grandmother of a boy whom I’d mentored for the better part of five years. I had met him through a community agency (which is in no way connected to where I work now) and at their request basically hung out with him on weekends from 1993 until about 2000 (although I was out of province for two of those years).
I’m not sure I was the best of influences, but I wasn’t awful and he had a real lack of positive males in his life. Things petered out in 1999-2000 (I forget when exactly) and he and his family moved west. We didn’t really stay in touch, but I did here from his grandmother about 4 years ago to say that he was doing well and, I think, that she felt I’d been a good influence.
Tonight her message was more difficult to hear. My little buddy died this past July. Now over twenty, he died in an accident. I’m being vague because I want respect his privacy even now, but he died in a boating accident doing something that thousands of people do everyday.
Wow… I’d be a stretch to say that he was still a part of my life, but he was certainly part of my past. He was a nice kid, whose life could have gone either way. Apparently he was very well liked in the community and by his peers, was gainfully employed and still in meaningful relationships with those who cared about him. He was going to succeed and have fun doing it.
So, I’m a little stunned right now. The news was awful and felt like a blow to my head and soul at the same time. There’s not much more I can say. I may take tomorrow off to just do some thinking and remembering.
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