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SteepedInSheep
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We had our family Christmas get together at my parent's house yesterday. When we were initially discussing what we were going to do for this get together in the group text earlier this month, my mom stated that we were only having dessert. I said I didn't only want dessert and if she was saying that because she didn't want to do much as far as cook/clean, that I would be able to spearhead it. Only one of my sisters wanted to do dessert (for simplicity sake) so we went ahead with a whole meal.
And boy, was it a whole meal. Two sub trays, duck breast, ham, rolls, grean bean casserole, salad, veggie tray, two types of man n cheese, shrimp, many types of cookies, walnut logs, donut holes, pin wheels, ambrosia salad, fudge, pie, rice crispy treats...
I'm sure I'm forgetting a few things but you get the idea. There were 34 people there.
We ate then exchanged some gifts.
Mom started a time of sharing by passing out unfilled photo cubes and pictures of my sister who passed. She was crying pretty hard and explained she tried to fill them earlier but it was too hard emotionally. She then apologized to all of us for not being as available as she should have been for all of us "normal' children, since my sister took up so much of her time.
My mother has always been a strong person. It was excruciating to see her sobbing and apologizing and trying to choke out those words. Most of us were crying. My younger brothers were crying, which I can't remember seeing since they've grown up. Plus Dad. Ugh.
I hate death. I'm Christian, so I have eternal hope and faith in God. I know death isn't the end forever. But I hate the finality of it here for us left. I have lost some beloved pets in my life and that hurt incredibly bad. But a sibling is so much worse.
The funeral director delivered her ashes today.
Since I heard of her passing, I only had one childhood friend reach out to say how sorry she was. Isn't that weird? I guess death is one of those awkward things where people don't know what to say, but I'm surprised more people didn't reach out. None of my cousins did either. Odd!
I did end up doing the brunt of the house cleaning beforehand and the after meal cleaning. But I was glad to do it.
And boy, was it a whole meal. Two sub trays, duck breast, ham, rolls, grean bean casserole, salad, veggie tray, two types of man n cheese, shrimp, many types of cookies, walnut logs, donut holes, pin wheels, ambrosia salad, fudge, pie, rice crispy treats...
I'm sure I'm forgetting a few things but you get the idea. There were 34 people there.
We ate then exchanged some gifts.
Mom started a time of sharing by passing out unfilled photo cubes and pictures of my sister who passed. She was crying pretty hard and explained she tried to fill them earlier but it was too hard emotionally. She then apologized to all of us for not being as available as she should have been for all of us "normal' children, since my sister took up so much of her time.
My mother has always been a strong person. It was excruciating to see her sobbing and apologizing and trying to choke out those words. Most of us were crying. My younger brothers were crying, which I can't remember seeing since they've grown up. Plus Dad. Ugh.
I hate death. I'm Christian, so I have eternal hope and faith in God. I know death isn't the end forever. But I hate the finality of it here for us left. I have lost some beloved pets in my life and that hurt incredibly bad. But a sibling is so much worse.
The funeral director delivered her ashes today.
Since I heard of her passing, I only had one childhood friend reach out to say how sorry she was. Isn't that weird? I guess death is one of those awkward things where people don't know what to say, but I'm surprised more people didn't reach out. None of my cousins did either. Odd!
I did end up doing the brunt of the house cleaning beforehand and the after meal cleaning. But I was glad to do it.
because I love what you and your family did, especially for your mother.
thank you, and I'm sorry for your loss.
I like the convenience of them being different. They can mark their toys and things with their unique letter. Of course, that only matters now. It's not like they'll need to mark things when they're adults.
