{"id":14,"date":"2007-08-18T23:26:00","date_gmt":"2007-08-18T23:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/descansos.org\/blog\/2007\/08\/sharing-a-personal-loss-cont\/"},"modified":"2007-08-18T23:26:00","modified_gmt":"2007-08-18T23:26:00","slug":"sharing-a-personal-loss-cont","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/descansos.psolis.com\/blog\/2007\/08\/sharing-a-personal-loss-cont\/","title":{"rendered":"Sharing a Personal Loss (cont)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I would like to share with you what I&#8217;ve been feeling now that my mother has passed away. I have had the story that I need to be &#8216;strong&#8217; for my family. It&#8217;s been many years that I have not allowed myself to freely show fear, joy, anger, excitement, disappointment, grief &#8211; forget being vulnerable! I&#8217;ve dealt with a lot of death in the recent years and I &#8216;had&#8217; to be strong. I do not let anyone know that I am fearful of death &#038; that I&#8217;m afraid that one day you too will leave me. <\/p>\n<p>When my father-in-law &#038; mother-in-law died I &#8216;had&#8217; to be strong for family. Mima was ill for many years with Alzheimer&#8217;s. She no longer knew who her family was. She did not know that she had a daughter, a son-in-law &#038; grandson. I remember the day my wife asked her &#8220;I am your daughter, do you remember me?&#8221; and Mima replied &#8220;I don&#8217;t have a daughter!&#8221; My wife cried for days! I tried to protect my son from that. What would it feel like for him to hear that she has no clue of who he is. He can&#8217;t comprehend what is happening to her. I don&#8217;t know why I did not cry at her funeral &#8211; maybe to protect him or actually to protect me from feeling that pain. <\/p>\n<p>When Pipo died, I promised Pipo that I would take care of his daughter &#038; grandson. I promised him that I would not let anything happen to them. The seven months we took care of Pipo in our home, I protected my son from Pipo&#8217;s hollers of pain. I would create distractions so that he would not have to &#8216;deal&#8217; with Pipo&#8217;s illness &#038; looking back &#8211; so that I can escape that pain. <\/p>\n<p>Now fast forward to today. Again I pretended that I would be alright. My ego really has me believing that I can deal with the death of mom. All this time I have been &#8216;strong&#8217; &#038; I can deal with death. BUT really I was pretending that I am OK. All this time I have been hiding the fact that I am afraid, feel vulnerable &#038; alone. I kept myself busy so that I would not have to see mom wither away like a wilted rose. How I end up being is closed off from my own feelings.<\/p>\n<p>So when I was interacting with my friends &#038; family, I was really hiding out. Hiding my feelings. I did not want to get too close because they too will leave me &#038; I am going to hurt all over again! I would not tell anyone about my life, because of the fear that they may find me out or may judge me. The impression I get is that I leave them in a funk trying to deal with my disconnect. For that I apologize. <\/p>\n<p>So what you can count on from me is that I will be free to express my feelings, will no longer pretend to be strong &#038; will be present to your (&#038; my own) greatness. I promise to be there to hear you and to listen without judgement; I promise that I will be with you when you need me; I promise I will be free to be me. <\/p>\n<p>Tomorrow is my mom&#8217;s funeral service &#038; I do not have to be &#8216;strong&#8217; anymore. I do not have to pretend that I have it all together. I will be free to be me and free to be with my friends and family.<\/p>\n<p>God has blessed us with a great mother, but even more so with the legacy she created &#8211; our family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I would like to share with you what I&#8217;ve been feeling now that my mother has passed away. I have had the story that I need to be &#8216;strong&#8217; for my family. It&#8217;s been many years that I have not allowed myself to freely show fear, joy, anger, excitement, disappointment, grief &#8211; forget being vulnerable! 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