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Then There Were none.... Mama's Death.

I hate that I have to give this disclaimer for the MANY MANY MANY rabble rousers and insecure people of the World but here we go...


I'm not the only person who has lost a parent. Some have lost them sooner. Some NEVER HAD THEM IN THEIR LIVES PERIOD. I've ALWAYS felt empathy for those in those and any other variation of this situation. I didn't need to lose them to just 'suddenly understand.' 


Thanks, 
Management. 


Now that we've gotten that business outta the way.... This is going to look a little different than when my Father passed. I would stop short of calling it 'growth' though. It's just going to look different. Different times. Same love. Much more FINALITY. 

Now there are none. My mama quietly slipped away in the wee hours of the morning of August 13th, 2022. She was living where she desired, even after my Father's death and that's that. I even made sure she'd get to stay as long as she wanted to solo until the time came that she couldn't. That's all I'm going to say about that here. Period. The rest is probably too personal AND it won't bring her back so there's that. 

What I am willing to talk about is this. For the better part of 10 years, I heard her say she couldn't wait to be with my Daddy again.

The look on her face told me that not only he was waiting on the other side but a whole lot of peace was waiting on her too. She couldn't talk but she could hear and express with her eyes. Her eyes said it all.  I caught her up on some things. Showed her some pictures and videos. She got to see her great grandchild as well as my 3 girls. There was a little bit of energy exchanged there that I can't quite do justice with words other than the ones I just typed but it was definitely a moment. The baby climbed up in her lap. That should tell you everything you need to know about that. 

I ended up coming back down to see her about 4 am or so. Sat in the dark with the Moon providing light like it was some scripted movie but it wasn't. It was just how it happened to go. Told her some things I had already told her but thought she should hear. Including that her job was done here. She could go. There's a smile that eventually formed on her face. She tried to speak but couldn't. I let her know it was okay to not & to not fight it. I just continued to talk to her as she slowly faded away. Her eyes got glassy and she began to get a little colder but she still had a pulse. I know because I was checking it every three minutes at first. I must have spent a good 40 minutes doing that until there was no pulse to check.. It was just.... I don't have the words. I also know I wouldn't have missed doing that for nothing. There is no perfection. Just how things are going to go. This is how this Life between my mama and I played out. I know what she did, her intentions and her Love. That's all I'm entitled to know. Same with her. 

I'm not here to tell you that you need to reconcile with your parents here btw if you happen to be estranged from them for whatever reason. You need to do what's best for you to live your Life & if there's distance that you felt you needed, take it. So we are clear. I'm just talking about my experience. I was fortunate enough to clear some air a long time ago & reconcile the things that couldn't get cleared up in order to keep living my Life. I do know that's not going to be everyone's story. It's just how it goes. 

I can't tell you with certainity that this is the only time I'll write about this. About the whirlwind of emotions and the normal stuff that comes with putting your loved one to rest. Just look at how long it took me to write this. Took the scenic route on the way home by I-77 and then up I-81. Tough ride but beautiful ride home. Saw lots of signs in the sky. Felt the spirit of both of them on that ride up. 

Good news? She's no longer suffering & she is where she's always wanted to be. That's one thing I did like about her dementia. She wasn't worrying over me. I hated that she did that knowing it was my race to run and not hers. I love that she no longer has ANY WORRIES. 

Much like my Daddy's death, there are happy days full of memories and days full of heaviness that aren't going to go away. Dealing with her dementia in regards to her missing my birthday was one thing. Feeling like an orphan is another. I'm literally the trunk of the family tree here when before my role was to be a strong branch. I'm not worried about being strong enough to carry it until I can't. I worry about the pain that's going to have to be endured while doing it. I'll deal with all of that though. 

I love you Mama. 


*I should have spellchecked this. I didn't. I left it the way it came out. One shot. No edit.... 

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Sitting In The Drafts Series: Update: Dating while widowed...


Published date: 9/17/21 11:46 AM




This series is a new one. Thoughts I had in real time that I didn't publish for one reason or another..




THIS IS ONE EXPERIENCE. THIS IS ONE EXPERIENCE. THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE. THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE. Others may vary. I can only speak on mine. Read it again before you feel a way. READ IT AGAIN BEFORE YOU FEEL A WAY.  


Being widowed is something that I WISH I could not identify with AT ALL. No matter how you are thrust into the situation, you could never imagine the amount of crap it comes with. 

Do you tell people? Do you not tell people? Do you correct people when they assume (Rightfully so..) that your children's parent is alive? Do you even bother to put it in your status only to 'spring it on someone' later on?

Is your 'life' over? Do you deserve someone else? Shit, can you even GET SOMEONE ELSE TO STAY? 

The shit is endless and almost seems HOPELESS, until, YOU FIND SOMEONE. Hell, you find SEVERAL SOMEONES and now, it's back to the basics of dating briefly. You find out you have choices. You think, okay, this is SIMILAR to anyone else who is dating. Divorced. Regular relationship breakups, etc. Sure, there's baggage and things that the other person has to deal with but my former mate is in the ground, this finna to be a BREEZE. This isn't like a divorce/breakup where I could always go BACK TO THE PERSON. This is usually everyone's biggest fear right? Going BACK TO THE PERSON before. I literally can't do that. There's no threat. 

That is until you realize that most people feel like they are competing against a ghost. A ghost's who has been eulogized. A relationship that usually is well documented so the person coming in KNOWS the capabilities of the person that they are pursuing. I'm starting to realize that no matter WHAT I DO, there's always going to be some form of that with someone. A snide remark about 'Not being her..". A reference to 'What you are used to...". The remarks out of anger that people make. Of course, I respond so this isn't about me being an angel. I also have limits. I don't pick at folks's old wounds like that.  The thing about suicide though it is if you belong to certain religions, you may feel like you can speak glibly about my situation on some moral shit. All while posting shit about your own mental health. You can say certain things and they be justified. That's the kind of thing that's not going to sit well with me. Especially if you are out here committing a vast majority of the Sins in the Good Book yourself. Having sex with me (or anyone) without marriage isn't exactly smiled upon in that Book last I checked. Neither is gluttony....well.. you get the picture. The chasing of the ghost that you NEVER REQUIRED THEM TO CHASE is a deathtrap. Period. It's hard to see at first though because like I said, dating a widower is HARD and you have to give people SOME LEEWAY. You really do. After awhile though, there's nothing hard about seeing it. Every conflict will come back to it. Trust me. 


Folks see us as someone that they'd want to love them, hear the stories of love about the previous relationship and rightfully think "Hey, I'd like to be loved by that person in the way that they LOVED the person they lost!". This doesn't sound like a bad thing now does it? I mean, after all, who DOESN'T WANT TO BE LOVED? Who wouldn't want a person who has proven that they are at least WILLING to do 'till death do us part? I mean, HELL I DO if it's proven that you can do it. It makes sense. Until you don't factor in reality. The reality is, there was more than likely time invested in that relationship that you want. Sacrifices. Some you may make and some you may not. It's not as simple as 'Love me like you loved her.." It's just not. You are YOU. I have to figure out if you can even LOVE ME. Or if I can love you. Sure, I have all the 'qualities' you are looking for but that doesn't mean shit if you can't love me for me or I for you. 

Here's another issue. Folks may pity us. Think that they can 'fix us'. Do the thing that the other person couldn't do. All of these things are NO GOOD for a real relationship. Do not need your pity. Do not need to be 'fixed'. All these things do is fuel that 'chasing the ghost' thing honestly because now you are comparing yourself to 'her' again. On YOUR OWN. Not of my doing. 

You can't have me without my past. My past EXISTED before you and while nobody wants to hear anyone speak about the person your person loved who is dead ALL THE TIME, their existence doesn't get erased because you now want the person or get to have them. ESPECIALLY IF YOU AREN'T THE VIRGIN MARY yourself. Divorced. Had relationships. Your past is usually RIGHT IN MY FACE TOO. I'm sure I will encounter a person with a deceased spouse/parent of their kid but I haven't yet. They are ALL ALIVE AND WELL. Very present and they make REAL CONFLICTS. Not the ones made up in people's heads. 

A widower is USUALLY the perfect person to understand YOUR SITUATION as far as having a past though. Understanding may look like indifference though if you aren't a secure person. There's no ranting and raving usually. There's no 'explaining over and over again' why have to talk to that person due to shared custody or why they can make you angry and it's not about you 'still being in love with them'. Just understanding and space to do what you need to do. Solution based movments because that's how we had to carry it. We've usually had to truly GET OVER and MOVE PAST something so we know how to give people space/and no shit to do it. Even when we shouldn't have to as you should be coming to us like you expect us to come to you. Over your past situations. 

As the widower, if you have children, there's definitely probably going to be trouble. Double forget it if you have one that looks like the deceased spouse. All types of issues will come up that you can't even IMAGINE. 

Are you trying to relive the past through that child? You can never be nice to that child because it means that you are 'projecting your feelings about your deceased spouse' onto and through that child. I try not to be gender specific but as a man, I must say that the fact that my middle daughter looks like Melissa spit her out at times, UNERVES even the most secure women. Any sense of insecurity I want to sniff out of a person? I can just bring her around. The shit is like a dog at Customs. It comes out QUICK and ugly. Almost even shocks the person themselves. They say things like "I don't know why I acted that way...". Just pure ugly and evil. 

The folks I've had the MOST TROUBLE FROM ironically enough are divorced people with children. While they aren't the same situation as one is voluntary and one isn't, there is a common tie here. The treatment of a person who has children and the treatment of the parent because there is a past tie. Remember when I said we ,as widower, are understanding people for the most part? This is a BIG AREA where we are. Unfortunately, due to other circumstances, we aren't always given THE SAME GRACE and it's a shame. I could understand custody battles, custody SITUATION CHANGES and your children coming first but I rarely get TRUE CONSIDERATION because Melissa committed suicide. It comes right down to that. Sacrificing for my kids as a man is CELEBRATED AND FROWNED UPON all at the same time by most women who pursue me. Of course it's admirable when they get to tell their friends/family, I'm a (decent by my account) great Father. Let that 'great parenting' get in the way of me doing for them in some way? Get in the way of them seeing me.  It's a different story. I said get in the way. Not STOP. Get in the way.. 

Forget when I gotta say 'no'. Women already don't do 'no' as it is but great Father or not, they aren't very accepting of that. I have to be Mr. Flexibility ( and I am) with them and their kids situation's though. Hell , their LIFE SITUATIONS. Job losses. Finacial losses. Mama and Daddy issues. All of that. Lest I be a women hater or a Nenanderthal. It's the thing WOMEN LOVE ABOUT ME. It's also the thing they hate when it comes down to it. Even AND ESPECIALLY when I put them under my umbrella of protection/providing. Imagine a grown woman, with RESOURCES AND ABILITIES OF HER OWN, getting mad because I can't drop my responsibilities to help her? This is the kind of thing I've gone through. On VARIOUS LEVELS. Including a few extreme ones. 

Also forget me ever feeling anything short of contempt for Melissa for not being here. Anything less than that for most women is considered 'not letting go of her'. Which is wild as fuck. Then again, most of them that I meet do NOT HAVE GREAT RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEIR CO-PARENT so they only know war anyway. Even those that long for peace still can't bring themselves to understand why I have no contempt for her. It's as if I me wishing she was still here to see her kids do stuff is an AUTOMATIC proclamation of love for her. As if there's SOMETHNG WRONG with that. You see, woman love that I can love and have loved BUT ONLY WANT ME TO LOVE THEM it seems. I'm serious. Not even my kids have been exempt. Most have been hurt so much that they are looking for someone to 'love the hurt of the past away and only be there for them to receive from'. Loving me is a means to an end to me loving them....they are also looking for....

...That dopamine hit love. You know the love I'm talking about.  

I'm never afraid to love. Losing Melissa didn't take that away from me. I can't believe me typing those words triggers some people like it was THEIR LOSS. Anyhow, I know how to love. I love my own way though and it didn't 'change' because of her death. Her death actually brought it out even more once I moved on through the different stages of grief. I didn't lose her because of how I loved her either. I've had someone very recently try to convince me of that. Someone who never even knew her. Wild times. I bet they are even reading this now, livid that the post couldn't just solely be about them. Even with the dissolution of our relationship being their idea. *

Speaking of that, that's another part of being widowed that sucks when dating.. Her death brings out more doctors and shrinks than a little bit. Be prepared to be put on the couch. Usually by someone else who is currently scheduled with visits to a professional's couch with the meds to match. "I can't imagine what it must have been like.." will QUICKLY TURN INTO the person imagining, making up shit and flat out lying about WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE. Quickly.  I have found more folks with 'issues' than I care to ever know. Folks who claim I'm closed off but run through folk's phones at the first insecure thought in their head. Folks who want you to cut off ALL YOUR FRIENDS of another gender, change how you move all while keeping their contacts, monkey branching to other dudes and giving up on the relationship during times that they've called you everything but a Child Of God. I'm not sure if that is necessarily because I'm widowed or more about dating period though. I just know it's extra annoying. 

I actually RESPECT the woman that say "I couldn't date a widower.' Not on some backhanded shit either. Truly respect it. They know what they want, what they can handle and what they can't. If you need to be FIRST at First, do not date a widower. Especially if they have kids. Just save everyone the waste of time. They can't put you 'first' but they can put you under their 'umbrella of people they care about and can do for' until they're done parenting. Just LIKE YOU. Hell, I might even take it as far as saying you shouldn't date a REAL FATHER EITHER because these same rules apply. He's going to pick his kids over you every time at least until they can fly on their own. Just like you are going to do for yours over him. Difference is, he's not out here looking for someone to pick him 'first sometimes'. You are. Go where you can get that. Go date 'sometimes Daddy' who can relate to you having kids but can still put you first at all times. Someone you can tell your family he can relate to your situation and occasionally has his kids because it's usually just 'good times only', you can take family pictures with on those rare outings all of your kids are together. Or date a man without kids, as many of those folks stated they would do. I see NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. At all. It's their choice and right. 

I have had this happen. I've had women get mad that I'm not 'finding a babysitter to stay with my kids' or leaving them alone SOLELY because they think I should do so to see them. That I've not missed activities of my kids for them or irreplacable moments like the birth of my granddaughter just to accomodate their needs. These aren't things I'm speculating on here. I've had it happen and the person has done it with a straight face and SHEER ANGER when it didn't go her way. 

The entitlement is high out here. It is especially high when effort is considered to be 'Good morning texts', allowing you to solve their problems, some occasional sex and gracing you with a bad attitude because they deserve. All while CLAMORING ON AND ON ABOUT WANTING YOU TO COMMIT to them in some other ways than you are already committed to them. Folks want more but don't give more. More for me is things like information. I hate being blindsided with FACTS that you know about yourself that are going to be an issue. Give me the chance to decide to deal with it. Don't put me in the situation and then get mad when I naturally react to it because..well.. YOU MESSED UP. I'm going to help. I'm going to think about it through to. I'm also going to evaluate whether or not the 'more you want' is going to hurt me because you keep things from me until they get messy. Who wants to commit FURTHER to that? Do not take the fact that I've gotten past a death of a spouse as some permission to put me through bullshit because I can 'take it'. No. I've been SUPER upfront about my situation. It's DOCUMENTED HERE. I've sent people HERE to read it. I don't expect this level of detail but I do expect information way sooner than later. 

Again, read from the top, this isn't me speculating. This is from my experience. Two sides to these experiences mind you and those people have their own space with their versions I'm sure. I'm just telling my side so I don't have to sit with it. It's out there. Free and outta me. They know what I'm talking about in certains spots here so I apologize in advance if you are like 'I'd love to know SPECIFICALLY what he's talking about  here.." I do have a line and this is it.. @ no full disclosure. 


Have a I met anyone nice? I HAVE. I promise I have. This post isn't about that though. This is about the ugly side of it. 

*At the time of this writing, this was the case. At the time of RELEASING IT FROM THE DRAFTS, that relationship was again ended.....by me this time. So we are clear. 

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Sitting In The Drafts Series: 8 Sundays ago...

From: 10/31/21 9:51 AM 

Status: Sitting in the Drafts

It was 8 Sundays ago. I was playing ball then going to the gym, much like I'm about to do right now. Waiting.. Then boom. 

Decision made. Clear & concise decision too. 

Just like I said then, time will show you a clearer vision. It's why I didn't chase or get hasty in the midst of the storm. I knew what you seem to have realized in the last 8 Sundays. Sure, I was upset but I didn't let that rule me. I stood fast. 

You must have reached your own personal point though because....

8 Sundays ago...

I wanna say more but I promised your 'friend' I wouldn't really 'share' the contents of the conversation too much. Hell, maybe this much might upset you but quite frankly, you'll have to get around it because...

8 Sundays ago....

Lots of joy and pain in between those 8 Sundays. I heard pain came your way too and for that I send my deepest condolences. I know that it's not an easy thing to deal with. The Angel of Death spares no one and he came calling in my family very recently as well. Everyone deals differently but everyone still has to deal with it. 

Lots of things have happened in between these 8 Sundays.... Weapons put down. Understandings reached. Time to really reflect...

I'm sure there are some good things that have happened too so it's not all gloom and doom. Just know that..

8 Sundays ago...

We all pick up and go on so taking that as a sign of being fazed or unfazed is probably not too prudent. People have to take care of their stuff. Period. I know that I have a tendency to make shit look SUPER EASY and I'm grateful for that in many ways. It probably doesn't afford me much in the way of people thinking I care or I get hurt though....

8 Sundays ago...

I had to pick up and accept things. Swallow things. Come to terms with things. Life things. Things that SHOULD HAPPEN once decisions are made like the one that was made 8 Sundays ago....Things you outlined that you were ready to do fully. 

Now 8 Sundays later...in a very familiar fashion...here you are again..

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November 18th, 2023. Still being able to have joy for others.

Her death never took that from me.  Losing my Mama and Daddy never took this from me.  Life hasn't taken this away from me. Bitter exes ...