Short story of getting an intuitive prod into my thoughts several times, then hours after taking photos and looking at them, it hit me that those two things matched up around same thing, so made a call today that pretty much confirmed it. You know those calls where it's a situation where the organization can't release information, but what they can't say pretty much confirms what you suspect, so that, by phone.
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You've lost me. I thought you got a call from mixed tape! I was like, why the fuck would you give him your number??!!
LOL! No to the mixed tape and extra no to giving my number out. It's about my mother.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Did you talk to her?
No I didn't. I did all that I could with the situation and I made my last call to her at end of January. A friend kindly reminded me how those who are dying will keep hanging on as long as loved ones hold them here. I didn't want to do that, so I said good-bye without telling her that directly in the last call. She had degraded to the point where it was close to impossible to even talk. I remember this from my father going through this same thing a few years back. This week, thoughts of her kept popping into my mind, which hasn't happened for a few months. Then the meeting in the cemetery and late that night, it came into my thoughts very clearly that a message was being delivered. Today, I called the hospital and they have no record of her there. From that, I gather she is dead now. When exactly I don't know and I can't find confirmation in obituaries, which is the only way I'm going to find out, unless there's a repeat of this, which I am hoping to avoid, in the event of, I won't be answering the door at all this time. I also won't be caught off guard this time either. Not meaning to be a downer, it's just the way it is.
Ohhhhh this is entirely different from what I though you were referring to.
I'm so sorry! But also it sounds like you were better able to prepare and let go. Not everyone gets this opportunity. A different process of grieving, I imagine. Still just as painful.
Hopefully also this ultimately severs any connections you have to your brother.
Thanks, it's okay. I learned in my early 20's (the hard way) to make sure I live in such a way that I don't have regrets where people are concerned, should something happen where I lose them, not always to death either. Every time one goes through grief, it's different I've noticed. I had a lot of time to prepare where both my parents were concerned, so I'm very grateful. That said, I made choices to do all these things because of what I learned in my early 20's. Really not sure how I feel right now, detached is a good description. This was the last connection. I was waiting, so that also good. Can't hurt someone when you have nothing to hurt them with, LOL.
But stiiiilllllll.😢
Much love.