As hard as it is to believe here we are back in December and chose again not to celebrate Christmas and again this year two days from Christmas Day --sitting at a funeral. Last year it was two days before Christmas - funeral. My aunt passed away. This year - two days after Christmas - funeral. Another aunt passed away. Last year right after my aunt passed away my youngest sister lost her brother in law unexpectedly. This year right before my aunt passed away my other sister lost a sister in law unexpectedly. Both were in their mid 50's. Last year we had Christmas dinner in the Waffle House and I thought that was bad. This year we were in the middle of nowhere in South Georgia and there wasn't even a Waffle House. We ate day-old fried chicken from a gas station!
Seriously, this has got to stop. That is about more weird than I can handle.
Tomorrow is New Year's eve. And keeping with tradition, we are heading to my best friend's house to spend the night. Again, glad to see the year come to a close but not nearly as glad as last year and I'm not sure why because it did not change a thing.
Christmas came and went. We ran away from home as usual. We went down to South Georgia to see Brian's oldest son. I didn't want him to be alone on Christmas and it brought me closer to his dad to be with him. Then we left there and went straight to where the funeral would be held. Maybe this is God's way of getting me to gather with family for Christmas? Last year it was my mother's family. This year it was my father's. Scares me a little wondering what's coming next Christmas.
On a different subject - I've been thinking about something lately. Since I remember very little about Brian's Memorial Service and everything about not being at Kara and Paxton's service seemed so wrong. The three of them separated and even in separate states just seemed so terrible to me. I've been considering having another private Memorial Service for the three of them - maybe on the second anniversary.
I want both families to come together and have a service for them as a family. It is asking and expecting a lot I know and it may not be received very well but I'm just considering it - for closure - for comfort - for having them and us together - for letting go? It's still in the thinking stages. And it may not work out any better than the birthday dinner we planned last year for Brian's birthday - who knows? But that is just a thought that has been steeping lately.
December was a rough month as bad as I hate to admit it - we kind of went backward a bit. It was an entire setback month. Today I talked to my cousin that I'm very close to. She lost her youngest daughter at four years old. That was in 1977. We've almost never spoken of it because it very nearly destroyed her. But today we did. And I asked her "How long? How long before you actually wanted to live again?" I know everyone is different and I know everyone grieves at a different pace but no one will even give me an idea of what to expect and I really, really need to know. "Three years." She said, "Maybe three years or maybe a little longer." That gave me a measure of hope ---for about two minutes right before she added: "But I'm better now." Now! Now? Dear God. Did you get that part about it being thirty nine years ago?
We are in serious trouble.