Monday, January 19, 2009
Funny Mom Stories for Monday
This one has nothing to do with swimming, biking or running and everything to do with keeping my mind off my pending doctor's appointment this afternoon (sprained ankle, funky left knee, and jacked up neck...thanks Ironman!). Anyway, in order to keep my own memories of my mother alive, I try to pull them deep out of the bank. The next entry is probably sacrilegious and I'm going to hell for sure BUT I KNOW she would think it was funny, she was the funniest person I've ever known...She's been gone ten years.
If you've ever had someone leave you truly before their time...and I don't mean granny that was 97, you may have been sad but c'mon, she was 97, what the hell else did you want...you know what I'm talking about. It is sickening, gut wrenching, your heart feels like it's been ripped out of your chest, filet'd with a knife, salt poured on it and then placed back into your chest. You can't cry because your body is so dehydrated that you're out of tears. You could barf at any moment and you've lost 10lbs in two days because you can't eat. A Catholic 'viewing' should be outlawed, I swear - I think the damn thing lasted for three days, three more days of hell. BUT, she had enough friends to fill those days for sure. Shit, on to the funny part...
Catholic burial service with a mass. Husband and I were dating but not married, he sat next to me and Dad on the other (I'm the only kid). Communion portion of the service and Ryan says, I don't want to be the only one not 'going up there.' I just said, say Amen after the priest says something to you and stick your hand out, he did. For this, we are both going to hell, at least them Catholics will be sure we get there. We sit back down, sing song, blah, blah, Ryan leans over to me...at my mother's funeral and says, "I think Jesus Christ is stuck to the roof of my mouth." I snorted for sure and then laughed and then cried. Truly, the most appropriate thing that could have happened all day at Mom's funeral. She had to get the last laugh and I know she was 'there.' It is because of her that I can't hold in laughter...even at the most inappropriate moments.
Here's to laughter and keeping it 'light' in moments of darkness!