Mar. 4th, 2024 03:56 pm
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muckefuckSo Saturday afternoon, in between sleeping off my hangover from the night before and frantically preparing the house for cocktail night, I got the phone call from my sister I've been dreading for some time now. Our stepmother, who had entered hospice last fall, had finally passed away.
A week earlier, when I got word that her condition had taken a turn for the worse, I resigned myself to the fact that her children (who had waited several days to give us the news) weren't going to let us see her before she died. I consoled myself with the fact that our last visit had been wonderful. Realising that the only thing I had left to say to her at that point was "goodbye", I texted my farewell (she wasn't accepting calls) and then began living as if she'd already gone.
It's tough. Not only was she a wonderful caring and fascinating person in her own right, she was also one of the strongest links left to both my father and Monshu. Every time I visited, she would mention how Monshu was her "special friend" and how much she'd enjoyed being with him. And up until the end, she was still telling me stories and tidbits about my father which I hadn't ever known.
As far as the memorial goes, I'm bracing myself for a rerun of my stepsister's wedding, at which we were all present but completely sidelined. At least I learned today that it's a family friend planning it and not her children. Still, I promised my sister that, if need be, the three of us siblings could have our own little service if necessary. As my brother texted earlier, we know what kind of relationship we had with her and no one can take that from us.
A week earlier, when I got word that her condition had taken a turn for the worse, I resigned myself to the fact that her children (who had waited several days to give us the news) weren't going to let us see her before she died. I consoled myself with the fact that our last visit had been wonderful. Realising that the only thing I had left to say to her at that point was "goodbye", I texted my farewell (she wasn't accepting calls) and then began living as if she'd already gone.
It's tough. Not only was she a wonderful caring and fascinating person in her own right, she was also one of the strongest links left to both my father and Monshu. Every time I visited, she would mention how Monshu was her "special friend" and how much she'd enjoyed being with him. And up until the end, she was still telling me stories and tidbits about my father which I hadn't ever known.
As far as the memorial goes, I'm bracing myself for a rerun of my stepsister's wedding, at which we were all present but completely sidelined. At least I learned today that it's a family friend planning it and not her children. Still, I promised my sister that, if need be, the three of us siblings could have our own little service if necessary. As my brother texted earlier, we know what kind of relationship we had with her and no one can take that from us.
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