Sink or Swim

You can turn your head, you can walk away

But really it won't take the pain away

You can deal with it now or sometime after

You can cover it up with the sounds of laughter

You can trip on your future while lost in your past

Or swim to the surface, let your voice make a splash

Speak of your truth, scream if need be

Continue to yell though there's no guarantee

The words you say they may leave you broken

The demons, the doubts could cause a commotion

Scream it, say it, spill all your guts

Get it all out before you go nuts

But most important let yourself heal

And over time your mind will reveal

This painful journey, the path you've been on

It has kept you going and made you strong

Sink or swim, it's always your choice

Reveal your truth or lose your own voice

#WhyIDidntReport

Family Is Relative (Until A Death Occurs)

Three years ago today my glass was full and raised in love to a favorite person that I love beyond the stars to this day. Even before then I had learned some realities about family dynamics. The hard way. I am not uneducated in these matters but don't expect loved ones to act so (there is no good word to use here so help yourself to your goto word selection). 

I was the local stepchild of a step "family" once years ago and that relationship taught me that blood was thicker than water. I was water. My husband, son (favorite of step father was what I was told but can I believe that now?) and I were invited to a Christmas party at a local step sisters' house. We arrived a few minutes early and walked in to find that the blood "family" was cleaning up from their having a pre Christmas party party that didn't include us. Water. Us. Just the three of us. I was so confused. Are we not family or just not family? We left as soon as we could and I never have been able to forget how hurt that day made me feel. My Mother was working out of state and my sister was far, far away in the flatlands of Amarillo. These same step sisters, step brother and step father were the family I had yesterday so was yesterday a lie? According to the need for an additional "family" Christmas party, yes it was.
Families in mourning may do some very odd things. Whether the deceased head of household be a patriarch or matriarch I can attest that among the oddities is having a private ceremony or rituals that exclude "family" of the "family". Yes, it is the prerogative of the "family" to have an invitation only event(s). But isn't it for the "family" whom these things are planned and carried out ~ done so to comfort the family? Did the family funeral planner(s) think she was a celebrity that was not to be shared with anyone not family? She was my Mother while mine was dealing with hepatitis. She drove to Burleson when I got sick at school. We lived with her and her family for six weeks while our blood mother recovered. Her daughter taught me to drive. She wasn't a celebrity to me. She was my favorite (only) Aunt.

I can only imagine how life could have been kinder for those "family" members that were not included, and yes that exclusion included me. I was asked to speak at the funeral which I did without hesitation. No other invitation was extended and at first I didn't even recognize that I was not invited to the "family" activities. I considered myself to be immediate family. Who spent the first Mothers' Day with my sister and I the first year after our Mother passed away? So what was the reason to be excluded? Was this because it was the last request by my favorite Aunt or was the family trying to keep other family members out for reasons I'll never know or even try to understand. My pain, my loss, my greif was left to cry alone. Now orphaned fully and unrecognized as family or friend of my very favorite Aunt. I was nothing. I wasn't permitted to witness my cousins, their children, step children, grandchildren, step grandchildren or close friends release butterflies or to have final closure at the burial.

 

Family? Now I know the true meaning. Family isn't a blood line. Blood is removed as part of the passage from life. Family isn't a water line because as we are returned to the earth the water evaporates. 

Family is relative until a death occurs. 

Family is a love line. 

Family is what the heart, soul and spirit knows to be a real love filled relationship that drives you to be a better you. Family  leads you always to light. Family is the people you love that love you back. Family engages in a meaningful, joyful relationship without leaving you bewildered on your own or unrecognizably bewildered at the loss of another family member. 

Family is who you pray with. 

Family is who you pray for. 

Family is your kind deeds in action during time well spent. True family is what makes your spirit soar and your love light shine for all to see. Light 

What horrible thing(s) was I expected to do if invited? Show up? Granted my mother was not as wealthy as her sister and just as of today I now wonder had my Mother still been living would I have still been excluded from the last memories. Would my mother have not been invited either? I do know it is beyond cruel to break an already broken heart.

So happy I spent time with my Aunt while she was here. I know she loved my family and me. We often bought her dinner and she thought we were the coolest. Light 

So, if you are responsible for the final arrangements but the decedent by death has made you beyond wealthy (which makes you ponder who to trust or you were paranoid already), know that love is kind, inclusive and shines beyond the stars. No need to split to sit on one side of the church or the other. It isn't blood v water. There is no competition in family. Look for the shiny people. They truly loved your loved one and will benefit from the rituals of an inclusive family. 

Blood is thicker than water but light? 

Light shines beyond the stars. 

  ✯  ✭  ✬  ✫  🌟  ⭐  🌠

I am blessed to have my son his wife and grandkids who will likely be making my final, final arrangements. They know the light thing to do.

Love is kind (and shines eternal).

Mother To Mother

The Bridge Crossed Before

The rainbow bridge has been crossed before
The pain and grief knock down the door
We cry, we wail, we scream in our grief
We spend more nights crying to sleep

Sid was a good dog, we laughed and we played
He helped me to garden and didn't run away
He listened without judging or guilting me ever
He always had time for me, retreating never

I will miss my furry small friend
I will miss him from this day until then
He will cross my mind and in memory smile
My sweet little boy who was here for a while 

WO ~ 2018

Rainbow Stampede

The clouds have given way to the morning sun and the rainbow stampede has just begun.
Throwing out colors from floor to ceiling a brand new day just for healing.
All of the broken rested through the night, all of the pain tucked out of sight.
We wake we rise with eyes anew with purposeful dreams that give us a clue.
How do we heal as we walk away, from promises broken of yesterday.
We'll take a walk, we'll play ball after supper. My beautiful pup who is like no other.
The rainbow bridge ~ well it must be real for heaven to have any earthly appeal.
Please run to find me when it is my turn to cross and if you would, please bring the boss.
A deity that I'm dying to see, to hug and praise for giving you to me.
I miss you, I love you beyond the stars, and no one ever had a love like ours.