It’s not like I expected this week to be the most fun of my life.
Ugh.
This coming Monday, September 20th, will be the first anniversary of my father’s death. Throughout the grieving process, people have told me how hard anniversaries of all kinds can be, but the brutality of this one year mark has shocked me.
Memories are supposed to dim with time, but the flashbacks I’ve had over the past month are anything but fuzzy. My allergies are so bad I can’t smell a thing, but when my mind takes me back to the hospital a year ago, the smells are so sharp that I cringe. I can feel textures, hear sounds, and even the muted colors are vivid.
And then Wednesday, our family’s beloved 15 year old dog became suddenly ill, stricken with an extraordinarily painful bladder tumor. So I spent the afternoon with her at the vet’s and held her as he pushed the plunger on a syringe, sending her to a peaceful end.
There was not enough Kleenex in this world. All I could think was why, why, Lord, why could it not have been this easy for my father? Why the twelve years of suffering? Why the agonizing death? Why, dammit, why?
And I’ll never know. But in that little dog’s death, I did receive a strangely beautiful gift. In that death, I was able to do what I couldn’t for my father. I was able to hold her, comfort her, and make sure she didn’t hurt.
God knows I’ve needed to cry, and most of the time I try not to. It tends to scare the children. But they weren’t with me in that office, so I sobbed. As the tears fell, something else did, too. Something like a wall between my brain and a deep pool of grief. It was a profound catharsis. Now I feel drained, and my mind has gone into what I think of as protective grief mode. When things get to be too much, I go to sleep. Weird, I know, but apparently it’s my body’s defense mechanism. It happened for a long time last year, and I wasn’t expecting it to come back, but here we are.
I’m sorry for the lack of posts this week, but it’s hard to be funny when you’re asleep at the keyboard.
While I go take my nap, y’all go over to Pretty All True for the awesome post of the day. Tip: refrain from eating or drinking while reading. Kris is funny as hell and I will not be held liable for computers sprayed with Diet Coke.