Inspired by the details

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I took this picture with my phone, so it doesn’t quite do justice to what I was seeing.  The day was mostly overcast and while we were driving home the sun poked through this little hole in the clouds and the rays shining down were like stairs up to Heaven.  Whenever I see that I feel like it’s an open portal between Heaven and Earth and that God and the angels are all around.

When I think of my friend and what she has gone through this past year and in particular these past couple of months and weeks, I feel her.  I feel connected to her through this.  When I heard her mom was sick I knew I would support her in any way I could.  We were friends when he father passed away as well and he passed exactly 19 years before her mom, on the same day.  I’m sure that part of the reason for the strength of the connection I feel to her lies with our history.  Quite literally, it was almost history repeating itself.  We haven’t seen each other before now in about 20 years.

My friend is an inspiration.  The dedication she showed to her mother while she was ill is unbelievable.  I don’t know anyone else who would have done as much or been as brave, gracious and selfless as she was with her mother in these last few weeks.  She stayed by her side endlessly, praising her, telling her all that she had learned from her, how much she loved her, playing songs and prayers that would both stimulate and soothe her.  I admire her strength so much.  I don’t know if she knows how brave and wonderful she is.

She gave a beautiful eulogy for her mother and two things stand out to me.  I was able to see the end result of being a mother.  She made her family.  She raised them and instilled the values they share in them.  They demonstrated that whether it’s known or not, children love their parents as much as their parents love them.  The love my friend has for her mother became a living thing in the church.  It was like it’s own entity.  I felt like that was what it was all for.  To know that you have raised an incredible woman who is a walking, talking monument to you and what you stand for.   Not a cookie cutter double.  Not by any means.  I know the two women are very different.  But there are similarities in the way my friend cares for, nurtures and tends to her home and family.  She learned those skills from her mom.  She spoke of hers and her siblings creativity being a gift from their mother.  Beautiful!  She stood there, the youngest and she held them all.  She cared for them all.  Afterwards, we spoke and she said she was somewhat lucky that she didn’t have a husband or kids who would be looking to her to carry their emotional wellbeing.  There may be some truth to that.  However, I believe that she led her entire family through this ordeal and it was her example that they followed and her strength that they looked for.  She gave all of her energy to her family throughout this illness.  Now I hope she can show the same love and support to herself.  She is free now to take her shot.  To find her happiness and joy.  I believe that she is her mother’s greatest gift to the world.

The other thing that is burned into my mind from the eulogy was that her mom would always tell everyone to smile.  Just smile she would say.  It doesn’t cost you anything and it could change someone’s day.  Well, I was at a training session yesterday and there was a young girl there who made me smile.  Not only did she make me smile, she made me laugh my head off.  She was so grumpy (see bitchy) looking.  She was having computer trouble (lol sound familiar) and finally ended up having to switch stations.  Lucky me, she ended up being my neighbour.  This girl literally looked like she was about a day out of high school and all I could think was “Oh my god.  No wonder people always said I was a bitch.”  She had all the markings of my 13-20something year old self.  It left a mark let me I tell you.  I may never stop smiling again because of her.

 

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OMG….what!!!!…

My mom died. What!!!!???? Without warning…not real warning, like I expected it warning, but gentle, you need to be tuned in warning. I know all the signs, I saw them all, but we had been going through this all fucking year! There was no way in hell that this was it. I got on the ride and I jumped back off because I felt like I was getting all worked up again for nothing, only to find myself back here again in another month to six weeks to go through it again. Then she fucking did it.

Good for her!!!!! She fucking deserved it….she deserved the release, she deserves the glory and the bliss. She fucking deserved better than everything she ever fucking got!!!! I just can’t believe it.

She was at my house a week prior and didn’t look bad. She was in a good mood, seemed to be enjoying herself.

Anyways, my original point when I stared this was, how the fuck do you raise a girl? It’s the biggest job – EVER!!!!! How do you raise a girl when you’re broken and hard? How do you raise a girl when you were raised by someone who was broken? How do you teach them that they are exactly perfect, exactly the way they are, no matter what…no exceptions? Every moment, no matter how fucked up it may be, only lasts a moment. It’s perfect, it’s not forever, just for this second. You might change your mind in a minute or you might not and that’s ok.

I’ve been called bitch for most of my life and quite honestly, I’m quite fucking sick of it. Everyone who’s ever called me a bitch can fuck right off! If you think I’m a bitch, that’s your fucking problem. I own every one of my feelings. I take responsibility for my words, my actions and every fucking other thing. I didn’t have any choice. There was no one standing in front of me to help me or defend me. So I own it. All of it. But just because I will say shit that you think, but are too much of a pussy to say, does not make me a bad person or a bitch. You calling me a bitch makes you judgemental.

I’m so fucking tired of feeling the need to apologize for every god damned thing I think or say. Why am I responsible for your shit? Tell me. I don’t fucking make you responsible for mine. Why do I always have to humour you and pat your ego because I am too much for you? I’m not a monster. I’m not larger than life. Why do you react negatively to what you see. Why can’t you just own that part of yourself?

Does it really make you feel better to judge me for saying something that you think? Or do you really feel like a fraud? I’ve been around people like me….who say shit that you would really never say in public and you know what….it’s fucking hilarious….you know why… because everyone thinks it, but no one would ever fucking dare say it. I love that I’ve been around people comfortable enough with me to be themselves and say that shit. What the fuck do I care?! You had an opinion or thought shared by like 90% of the adult population…oh well. Good on ya! Why am I the asshole?

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