A year ago today my life and lives of my family changed forever.
Ma, Nan, Great-Nan, Sister, Auntie M.
Gone.
A constant in all our lives was no more.
Replaced by a new constant.
We have all heard of the seven stages of grief, and we all know we will go through them. Usually in some degree by the time we are 10. A pet, a grandparent, a friend of the family. An unfortunate part of growing up and learning about life is learning about about death.
The Seven Stages are:
- Shock & Denial
- Pain & Guilt
- Anger & Bargaining
- Depression, Reflection & Loneliness
- The Upward Turn
- Reconstruction & Working Through
- Acceptance & Hope (source recover-from-grief.com but they are all pretty much the same)
There. Just like that. In that order. Like assembly instructions for a bar-b-cue.
Well, either I'm doing it wrong or the instructions are wrong.
I've already completed up to Steps 4a, 6a & b, and Step 7a. My Step 5 is missing and Step 7b doesn't apply.
I'm still working on Step 4b & c.
Today normally I would be visiting Pa and giving him a funny card, some scratch lottery tickets (Cash for Life to spite Ma) and crosswords. Ma would be fussing over us and getting us drinks and cookies and trying to slip cash in our pockets when we weren't looking. I would be telling him about all the features of my first ever brand new lawnmower, a gift from M.D.B. and all The Thing's. Later Ma would call at suppertime (whenever that was, I never knew how she did that) to tell us how much they enjoyed the visit.
My point? (omg he has a point!)
There is no instruction manual for life. Or death. Or grieving.
Tab A doesn't always fit in Slot B. Sometimes there isn't even a Slot to fill.
Like parenting, it's all on the job training.
Other duties as assigned.
DJW
Happy Fathers Day, Pa. We miss you and Ma.
Everyday.