I went shopping for Mother’s Day gifts for my
daughter, but while searching for the perfect card for her, I couldn’t help
noticing all the cards that would have been perfect for my mom. I guess, I can
still buy the card and leave it up in the attic, but...
My parents are no longer alive. This should classify
me as an orphan, even though I am older than dirt, but even though both my
parents are dead; they haven’t gone to the great beyond. Maybe, it’s because I
am the eldest of their four children, or maybe it’s because they liked my
house, but for whatever reason, they have taken residence up in my attic. I
have some of their belongings stored up there and in the basement, but the
attic is where they stay until they take it into their heads that they want to visit
my sister Lucy or my daughter, then off they go.
My sister Lucy will usually call me up to let me
know that she has company and the same thing goes for my daughter who is a
ghost magnet for the entire deceased members of the Maratea family. The fact
that my mom and dad hang out together is hilarious because they hated each
other while alive. They were divorced and proud of it.
They were not easy people to live with. Both had
OCD. Both were a little bit crazy. I guess I can compare my childhood and that
of my siblings as resembling the Addams Family. Normal was not a word to
describe my family. If you don’t believe me you can check out my blog about growing
up with Fred and Lucy here.
My mother had issues. I loved her, but her issues
were a double edged sword that caused me to pull away when she needed me the
most. I find myself missing her in spite of her issues which made her extremely
paranoid and distrustful of her own kids. My mom and dad tell me about Heaven
and how it’s nothing like the church has been brainwashing us with. GOD is more
forgiving than they expected and HE is not into religion; never was; never will
be.
In Heaven, Mom was able to understand her issues and
come to an understanding of her life. In death, she has become more motherly
and protecting. My sisters and I have found that we are able to enjoy her
company, even if she remains unseen. My brother won’t talk about this, but that’s
okay. Mom and dad do visit him too even if he is unaware of them being there.
There are many of my friends and family who have
lost their own dear mothers. Mother’s Day can be a bitter holiday if you
believe that death means the end of life. Death is just our souls leaving the earthly
vessel or body. The soul does not die. My father and mother have started to
bring other dead people to visit me. I’m not positive, but I think the spirits
just want to tell me their stories. I listen.
This Mother’s day, buy that card and leave it for
your mom. She isn’t gone forever. She is still with you and she will appreciate
the card.
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