Fire and Rain
Wouldn't you know that it's 12:30 Am and I am still awake. Did I forget to mention I have to work tomorrow? Early shift? But I cant sleep. Colecta, the Advil PM aint workin! Its time for me to go back to the Tylenol! When I was born, I was in the hospital until I was well enough to go home. But I didn't go home to "Mom and Dad", I went home to my great-grandmother. She is who I consider "Mother". You will often hear me refer to her or tell stories about her. She was a very wise woman. She always had just the right thing to say. I never had to wonder where I stood. I never had to feel unloved. She always told me that she would be there for me. For most of my life, it was just she and I. Really, she was the only real family I had. The rest of my family has died or is distant and really doesn't want to be bothered. But the one thing that was constant was Mother and her love and discipline. She was always strong. Then the first Sunday in 2005, I came home from church. My Godmother told me that mother had fell and was in a little pain. Like every Sunday, Dinner was ready as soon as I got home and we sat down to dinner. Mother was in pain. She was in her wheelchair and she was trying to stay strong. But I could see it. I took to the hospital and for the first time in my life saw her cry. She had broken her hip. There she was. The rock of my life. The leader of the band, so very frail and weak. After that, we found out her heart was to weak for a hip replacement. One thing I will always remember about mother is that she was stubborn(Now you see where I get it!) and when she made up her mind to do something, she did it. While I was in Los Angeles at a convention, I got a call to come home. I flew back and saw mother. She said in a weak voice "I love you a bushel and a peck" and I said " and A hug around the neck" The next morning, I got the phone call that she had died. At that moment, I didnt know what to do. I went to the rehab facility to wait for the Funeral director to come pick her up but I wouldnt let go. She always held me. Even at the the age of 17, she would just wrap her arms around me when I cried or needed her. For the first time in my life, she wasnt holding me. After the funeral director took her, I drove for hours. The first song I heard was called " Fire and Rain" "I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again Won't you look down upon me, Jesus You've got to help me make a stand You've just got to see me through another day My body's aching and my time is at hand And I won't make it any other way Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come" "Won't you look down upon me, Jesus You've got to help me make a stand You've just got to see me through another day My body's aching and my time is at hand And I won't make it any other way" And Jesus is here with me. And through Him, I'm able to know I will see her again........ Antony Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again..... Related: Report Abuse | antonylarry's blog | login or register to post comments | printer friendly version | Tags: Grief | life
Submitted by Marsha on Sat, 10/13/2007 - 12:29pm.
Grief is a process like many other things in life. You truly have to go "through" it if you want to heal, there are no short cuts. It is often self sabotaged by not reaching out for help, not truly dealing with it but instead burying it inside. I learned from experience when my own Mother died when I was just 10yrs old. Everyone wanted to act as though she'd never existed, it was taboo to talk about it. It was not for a lack of love, it's just the way things were back then. At 25 the lack of peace I had over my Mothers death reared it's ugly head once again and this time it would not be ignored and it caused a major disruption in my life and I had a child of my own at this point. 12yrs after that death again knocked at my door and took my Husband, and the Father to our children. It was like looking in a mirror in time, my biggest heartache as a child was now thrust upon the hearts of my own kids. I spent five years in grief counseling to make sure to "do it right" this time. I dealt head on with the fears and insecurities I knew would torment them later in life. There is some peace and closure in my own pain knowing that I broke the cycle rather then repeating it. I encourage EVERYONE who suffers the loss of a loved one to seek grief counseling and realize it is something that will take years to heal from. The only thing you can do to honor a loved one who has passed on is to live well and be at peace. Antony your life has been blessed because you have known the love of a parent, there are many out there who never do. I hope the memories of this wonderful woman become more of a comfort then a reminder of what you have lost. She lives on in you, and it looks like you are spreading her love and her wisdom in the way you live your life. I hope that brings you comfort as well. People are talking about ...Here are the recent blog postings with the most comments. |
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I once told you that it was obvious that you were a loved child. This is so evident in your countenance, your interaction with others, and when you perform. You are proof that a mother's love can move mountains. She didn't just talk the talk, she walked the walk every day. She was and is your guardian angel, forever.