One of the hardest things I've ever been asked to do was eulogize at my Uncles Funeral. As fate would have it, my Mother passed away exactly 1 month later.
I couldn't think of what to say for my Uncle and how to say it.
He was that "uncle" in the family every kid loved. When we were all kids he had to have rug burns from playing on the carpet with us for hours. To all of his niece and nephews HE was the favorite, cause he played with us and clearly adored us.
I sat watching one of the last Tom Synder shows trying to figure out how to handle my portion of the funeral. That night one of Synders guests was a torch singer from the 50's...I can't recall her name..but she sang Bob Hopes theme.."Thanks for the memories". That became the focus of my eulogy.
Thank you, for everything we remember you gave us!
I told a few of my favorite stories and inivited people during the wake to share their own stories. While at times it was painful, we reconnected with our past. The Minister who presided quickly picked up on my theme and advised and suggested we follow that feeling. Celebrate the life, not the passing. No one can ever take a memory away from you.
At the wake, we laughed till it hurt and cried till there were no more tears. It was cleansing.
One month later I wrote another euology for my Mother, but I just could not stand up and say the words. The Minister read it for me, and did a wonderful job of capturing my emotions and intent.
For me it was the funeral home. I hated that place. I was fine outside the doors and fell apart inside. I guess it was the final chapter..and I could not bear it emotionally.
No one held it against me that I did not speak. In fact most were amazed I made it through to begin with. I'm an only child, and it was a long battle to the end I faced with my Dad..who I came to believe might persish as well under the strain. He's fine and amazes me every day with his vitality at 78 yr's old!
In the end, for my Mother I was the one who actually completely turned off the life support. She brought me into the world,and a stranger would not/could not be allowed to take her out as long as I was in the room.
The hospital staff was wonderful during that difficult last hour.
It's been 6 years this month. We're better, but not the same.
My Dad tends to the tree we planted in a park in her memory. We joke and talk about her, but she's always there. We tend her gardens at home just as she liked them. It's a connection for me and My Dad.
And, thats a good thing. I only hope that someday someone remembers me with the same fondness.
Time does dull the hurt, make it manageable, but the sense of loss just never goes away. Somedays I hear her voice..for no reason..right out of the blue.
Usually it's when I have an important emotional decision to make. It's odd...I think it's conditioning. Our parents raised us..and no matter how hard we try, we are products of our enviornmet. It's only natural the sound of their voice would come to mind when problems arise and you mull it over.
I just wish I could pull up that "Mom's voice" mental MP3 whenever I wanted to. Rather than it be fleeting and appearing without prior notice. I miss her so much.
The closet thing I've read that puts it all in perspective is "Tuesdays with Morrie"
My Father and I have become indredibly close since my Moms first illness some 15 years ago. I simply cannot fathom how I'll be able to continue without his voice at the end of the phone. His wisdom and knowldege...along with his life expierience have taught me so much. How I will go on without him is a constant thought. He's stayed by my side and supported me thru so much. To not have him here... I just cannot imagine it right now. IO know it will destroy me for quite a while.
Another poster talked about this same thing.
OK...well I gotta go get more kleenex..lol. and start thinking about more positive subjects!
Best to you all.
M2