Saturday, November 20, 2021

November 18th, 2021- Miles's Element

Dear Mom,

Today was a big day for our Miles.  You would have been so proud of him.  I look at both of my boys and am sad you aren't here to talk with them about the things they have going on.  Casey has a girlfriend, Mom!  That's a tangent, but it's the cutest thing and I am trying so hard not to tease him about it but I know that you would be able to get away with it in a way I wouldn't.  And I wish you were here.

Anyway, Miles had to dress up today to try to hype up the play.  We talked about it earlier this week after the director of the play told the actors and crew that it was mandatory.  Miles expressed to me that he was conflicted about it.  He has this awesome suit that he could wear.  He looks amazing in it.  But he looked a little emotional when he looked at me and said he didn't want to wear it because the last time he'd worn it was at Grandma's funeral.  My heart kind of broke, because neither of my kids shares very often how they are processing your loss.  We discussed it and I told him he could wear the suit and not the yellow tie he wore to your services.  I could see he was still conflicted.  

In the end, he went to school wearing the white shirt and slacks from the suit but didn't wear a tie at all, just jewelry and a jacket that he bought.  He is so handsome, Mom.  


He said he got so many compliments.  He rode the bus home and then changed into regular clothes and Daniel took him back the school at about 4:45.  The play started at 7 and they opened the house at 6:30.  I decided I was going to go to support him.  The rest of the family, including Dad and Jem are going to go with me tomorrow night but tonight it was just me.


Look at your boy!  The play was amazing, Mom and you would have laughed until you cried.  The whole thing just was so overwhelmingly awesome.  I got in there and took this picture of Miles and then settled into my seat.  Music was playing and I knew Miles had chosen it.  As the Sound Chief, he had told me that he got to choose all of the music to play while people came in and then the music that was going to play during the intermission.  Mom, I got tears in my eyes as I listened to the music he chose.  The first song I heard was "Mr. Blue Sky" which I know he chose because he knows Casey loves.  As people sat down, I noticed that they sang along with the music or would tap their feet or hum.  Miles was messaging with me and told me he was nervous the director wouldn't like it.  He played "Never Gonna Give You Up" at one point and I started laughing out loud.  My fifteen year old Rick-Rolled us.  And the person sitting behind me even said that.  I was overcome with excitement for Casey to see this.

The play itself reminded me so much of Noises Off.  Miles did an amazing job with the sound.  I was impressed in comparison to the plays at the middle school.  He had to mute mics and play sound effects and manage all of that.  I was so incredibly proud.  

Well, it's Saturday night now and I still haven't finished this letter to you.  Last night, Dad and Jeremy came and picked up Casey and I to head to the play and Daniel met us there.  I was so impressed that Miles had an entire row of his friends come to support him.  Miles had me come and meet them and they all hugged me.  You would have loved to have seen how supported he is.  Dad and Jeremy enjoyed the play as well.  Jeremy had a migraine so that was tough but he still enjoyed it.  Casey LOVED the music Miles chose and knew it was chosen specifically for him and it meant a lot.  It made me so proud to see the love between my kids.  Savannah and Cat had come with some of their friends as well so we had a good crew there.



I went again tonight with Heather and Melina.  Yep, I went all three nights.  It was that enjoyable of a show that I laughed my way through it all three nights.  It was fun to see how the actors improvised and adjusted and I was so proud of how Miles adjusted and rolled with the punches like when a microphone was acting funky he would mute the actor.  The actor would then start speaking louder to adjust and Miles would have to attempt to try it again to see if it would work without the weird feedback.  He nailed his cues and sound effects.  It was so impressive.  He's glad it's over because he is sick so I'm sure he will rest much of tomorrow.

The other big part of this that I wanted to tell you about was something that hit me Thursday night.  One of the main characters in the play, Mr. Jenkins was played by a senior.  His name is David and he was amazing.  He was probably my favorite actor- he was so impressive.  But after the first act the first night I watched, I had to look at the program and just check because I wasn't sure if maybe they had case a female in the man's part.  He looked like a young man but his voice... just something was a tiny bit off.  I mean it's a high school play so as soon as I saw his name was David I just thought well maybe he's a young senior or a late bloomer.  Well, come to find out, he is a transgender male, just like Miles.  We talked about it after the first night and Miles said his parents are fully supportive and so they won't allow him to do anything physically until he's 18.  He's actually 17 years old.  And it just hit me so hard in the gut and made me feel so reaffirmed in our decisions.  And I wished so much that you could have seen the play right then.  For several reasons of course- because it was amazing, but also because these kids were amazing and so wonderful and supportive of one another.  They all love David and treat him with kindness and respect.  And they all love Miles and treat him with the same kindness and respect.  And it reassures me that my feelings of wanting Miles to mature along with his cis-gender classmates wasn't wrong.  Because I believe Miles is misgendered very little if ever because he doesn't sound like a girl.  He looks and sounds just as he should as a 15 year old young man.  

Not really sure what my point was of that last paragraph other than to just say I really wished you could have been there.  I know you worry about Miles and you had your concerns and didn't necessarily understand our decisions or standpoint maybe.  And not to say that seeing the play would have made you say "Ah yes, every transgender person should do hormone therapy" because there is a student that is doing quite well without it.  I guess that's just it.  Miles would be okay either way.  I know how much you want to protect him and I suppose I wished you could have seen that even kids who could be misgendered still succeed and kids who maybe have parents that are willing to sign off on hormone treatment do okay as well.  Miles is doing so well.  It was such a gift to see him in his element.  And it felt like some of the best moments of my life to see that while in his element, he was thinking of Casey or waving me over so he could introduce me to his friends.  It made me feel like maybe I'm doing okay and everything is going to turn out okay.  

Feeling this way made me very aware of the moments in your life where you probably felt this way- where you maybe felt that concern of being less than successful as a mom.  I imagine every mom feels this way.  I wish I could magically have made you feel content about your parenting.  I truly hope that when you had quiet moments when you would think about it, that you would take stock at your children and think of how much we all love each other and think individually of our successes, however little or big they might be.  I hope you feel some pride and know that the way that Jeremy cared for you was a direct reflection for how you modeled caring for others our entire lives.  Jeremy celebrates and honors things the same way you do.  He has a respect and reverence for things that he gained from seeing how you were so gentle with things.  With people's emotions, with letters, with feelings, with tradition.  I hope you know that when you see Josh and how unbreakable or maybe what you would call as "untouchable" he could be, he gets that from you after watching you deal with such a difficult hand in life that you were dealt and yet you never, ever gave up.  Nothing could stop our mom.  You just didn't stop.  You kept keeping on, no matter where dad moved us, no matter how many jobs you had to start over at, no matter how many doctors you had to start from scratch.  You. Just. Kept. Going.  And so does Josh.  He is an amazing father who has taught his kids how to do chores and be strong, independent humans.  Guess where he learned to do that?  You.  And the way that Jordan gets that sparkle in his eye and laughs so loud and people just gravitate to him, that's you.  He has a way of making people so loved.  People want his attention and he freely gives it and you just feel like you're on top of the world and he learned that from you.  He gives you his full attention and he learned that from watching you.  You did that our entire lives.  You would remember people's names and ask specific questions about their loved ones.  And Jordan does this now and it reminds me of you.  Sometimes I hear him ask a question and I think that's something Mom would have asked.  You are reflected in each of us so much.  I hope and pray I am a reflection of you.  I don't cook like you did but I am going to bring your rolls to Thanksgiving and hope to see a flicker or memory on my brother's faces.  I believe I am a reflection of you with my humor and I see it in my kids and know they have gotten your sense of humor from me because I am sarcastic and silly like you.  I am a deep feeler like you were and so if I love someone, there just is no halfway.  I will love you until the ends of time.  And I got that from you.  And that's why you had so many people who came to your services, Mom.  Sue Bash, who showed up to so many things in my life, was there because she is always there because of a friendship you formed with her decades and decades ago.  And that is my goal, Mom.  To be the friend you were to so many.  

This letter got away from me.  But I just am feeling very grateful for you as my mom and was really wishing these nights that you could have ben here to see how proud I am of my sons.  I believe you are watching over us.  I love you so much, Mom.

Love, your angel cake,

Jaimee

Sunday, November 14, 2021

November 14th, 2021- Try, Try Again

Dear Mom,

Tonight I am going to bed feeling so drained but so happy.  I mentioned before how I was going to attempt to make your rolls.  I have never even used yeast before, Mom and I wish I had actually learned from you. But fear not!  I texted Melanie and asked her some questions and started early, early this morning when Stella woke me up.

I have to tell you I'm so eternally grateful for Melanie, Mom.  She is an angel walking among us.  She and I have had conversations about how you likely didn't take Peggy's bluntness the way that I receive Mel's.  This is true for probably several reasons.  I think I have progressed a little further than you were able, which isn't to say you didn't try.  And Melanie was able to progress much further than Peggy did.  She is very aware of what she wants to say and always thinks before she speaks and is aware of how her words might make me feel and makes sure to say things that will be helpful.  I honestly can't remember if I have told you how immensely she has helped me.  I feel like she helped me in my relationship with you before you died and has been such a help to me since you have passed. 

Anyway, I sent her some questions because I had started the first batch and I was using your Kitchenaid mixer that Dad and everyone agreed I should take.  Karen and Erin both already have one and I don't.  I will forever remember that the first thing I ever made using it was your rolls.  Grandma's recipe mentions to add flour until the dough feels too stiff to mix.  Well the dough was really runny still so I kept adding flour.  Then I worried it was too much so I texted Mel and asked if that was a bad idea.  She hadn't responded so I threw it out and started over and decided to just follow the recipe exactly.  

I was glad I started over because in doing so I realized I had used the wrong amount of butter in the first batch.  So I corrected that.  I sent pictures and videos to Melanie.  She sent me reassurance and told me she would have done the same thing- for my first attempt (well second, but whatever) she would have followed the recipe and then adjusted from there.  I let it rise and was supposed to be to the point of rolling it out.  Mom, it was like soup.  There was no way I was going to be able to take a rolling pin to this.  Mel FaceTimed me and agreed this wasn't going to work.  So we chatted on FaceTime as I started over.  

I started some new yeast and was making the scalded milk as we chatted.  Daniel was getting lunch ready and was getting bacon ready to bake and it was kind of busy.  Mel had suggested I put the sugar in with the water and yeast for this round because that's what she always does with her yeast and that's what the package suggests to activate the yeast.  Well, that's what I ended up doing in my next two rounds as well (more to come on that) but this time I must not have used warm enough water because the yeast never activated.  I was completely out of yeast, I had the scalded milk all ready and it was beginning to cool so I could add the eggs.  I decided I was going to run and grab more yeast and then come home and make more yeast and try again.

Kristen messaged and needed a ride because she was dropping her car off.  Lucky us, we had dropped our car off for a new battery and oil change at the exact place she was dropping her car off.  So I left and got gas, picked up Kristen, ran in and grabbed yeast and flour and eggs and then we rushed home.  So now Kristen helped me as I made the yeast the way Mel suggested.  It activated and I added the eggs to the now just warm scalded milk mixture.  Kristen was a super help in deciding how much flour to actually use.  We ended up using five and three-quarters cups of flour which is a lot more than grandma's recipe said so I was nervous.  I let it sit to rise.  

I started rolling this batch about an hour later after we'd eaten lunch as Daniel took Kristen back to pick up both of our cars.  Jeremy came over and when the rolls came out of the over he was willing to try them.  He was very helpful when I went to roll them.  I couldn't remember how much of the rolls you dipped in butter but he reminded me you dipped the whole thing in butter.  



Jeremy, Daniel and Casey all tried a roll.  Daniel immediately said they were cooked perfectly but said they tasted salty.  Casey and Jeremy agreed they were salty but both said they were okay.  Daniel said they tasted like biscuits and he couldn't remember what your rolls tasted like but wasn't sure they were okay.  My feelings were hurt.  I overreacted and because I couldn't taste them myself I felt like he was being mean.  He left to run to Lowes and I kind of cried.  But after some thought and calming myself down and texting with Melanie, she agreed that maybe I misread Grandma's handwriting and that it was two teaspoons of salt and not two TABLESPOONS of salt which is what I had done.  

Daniel suggested I try again.  I was tired, Mom.  But I wanted to get these right.  So, I decided to go with the momentum I had going and have success.  I started again.  Used the correct amount of salt and made a new batch of dough.  I called Dad and invited him over.  Everyone played Scipio while I worked at rolling out the dough and made another batch.  They came out of the oven and they looked amazing.





Everyone tried them and they loved them, Mom!!!  Success!!  I mean it took me four batches and five times of yeast, but I feel so proud.  I sent half of the batch home with Dad and Jeremy and I feel confident that I will be able to make these for Thanksgiving dinner.  I felt like you would be so proud of me and I wish that I had attempted to make these for you while you were sick these past years.  I'm sorry that I didn't slow down and realize what was important to you.  I wish I had shown you how much you meant to me and how the little things like this were so big to your family.  

I love you so much, Mom.  I miss you.  

Love, your Angel cake,

Jaimee


Wednesday, November 10, 2021

November 10th, 2021- Recipes

Dear Mom,

I went over to Dad and Jeremy's tonight.  That's a hard thing to say.  I always used to say "Mom and Dad's" and it made me cry the first few weeks when I would say that.  Ugh, I miss you.  I had therapy this morning and just cried and cried.  And then as I'm driving back the song "Hold On My Heart" came on.  I don't think I've written you about this and I realize this letter is all over the place but it's important for me to tell you this because I'm hoping this is true.

The day you died, after I was the one who had to go back to the ICU to tell them we were done and we didn't need anything else from your room and I cried to the head lady who was so sharp with us that morning and wouldn't let us have more than two people in your room until you were extubated.  I got into my car to drive myself home.  I was by myself because Daniel had gone to be home when Casey got home because Miles wasn't sure if he was going to stay for Stage Crew.  I was glad he was going to be there for the kids because Miles was pretty upset.  Anyway, it meant I was by myself at the hospital and I was driving by myself home.  I got in the car and my Spotify was shuffling songs and the first song that come on was "Hold On My Heart" by Genesis.  It's a song I loved that you introduced me to.  I listened to the lyrics and I just cried and cried.  I had just lost my mom and these words hit me.  I felt like you were looking over my shoulder... like you were throwing me a lifeline, that you would be there for me.  "She'll always be with me."  This song.  Wow.  

Hold on my heart
Just hold on to that feeling
We both know we've been here before
We both know what can happen
Hold on my heart
'cause I'm looking over you shoulder
Please don't rush in this time
Don't show her how you feel
Hold on my heart
Throw me a lifeline
I'll keep a place for you
Somewhere deep inside
Hold on my heart
Please tell her to be patient
'Cause there has never been a time
That I wanted something more
If I can recall this feeling
And I know there's a chance
Oh I will be there
Yes I will be there
Be there for you
Whenever you want me to
Whenever you call I will be there
Yes I will be there
Hold on my heart
Don't let her see you crying
No matter where I go
She'll always be with me
Hold on my heart
Just hold on to that feeling
We both know we've been here before
We both know what can happen
So hold on my heart

So today when I left therapy and this song came on again, I felt like it was you telling me you loved me.  I have heard it several times after you died and every time I have taken it to mean that.  I hope that's what you've intended because it's what I'm taking it as.  And sometimes I'll just listen to it over and over when it comes on to hold onto that feeling.  

Anyway, so I missed you all day.  After dinner, I decided to go visit Dad and Jem.  I have decided to try to make your rolls and pie sticks for Thanksgiving.  I have so many memories of watching you make these and I'm sad I never attempted to make them while you were alive but I'm determined to try to make you proud and give my brothers a little taste of something you would have baked.  Jeremy helped me look through your recipes (or receipts as Grandma would call them- bless her) and we found the jackpot.  I only knew this was the one because it mentioned dipping the rolls in butter and letting them rise again.  I'm going to find a mason jar lid because even though I could use a cup, I remember you using a mason jar lid and so it would make me happy to do it this way.  I'm going to try this weekend as a trial run.  I found a recipe for pie crust that doesn't mention how long to bake but I'm going to use that to attempt pie sticks.  

I miss you so much.  I wish you were here.  I hope you know how much we love you.  Looking through all of the pictures we compiled for your slide show made me realize how vibrant you were for so many years.  The last four years were so tough and definitely muddled the concept of who you were.  It's such a blessing to be able to forget those struggles, how difficult the last few years and how hard they were for you.  I'm so glad you aren't struggling and miserable anymore.  I wish you never had been.  I'm so sorry you had to suffer at all.  And I'm choosing to focus on the years of pictures of you laughing and holding oh-so-many babies and the young pictures of you and Dad.  You had such an amazing life and I'm determined to focus on the good parts of it.  That doesn't mean that I'm pretending the last years weren't tough, Mom.  I validate so much they were so hard for you and that's the only reason I'm okay that you aren't here.  Because I know you were so completely done fighting your body.  I am so glad you're beyond that now.  But I miss you immensely and feel completely lost without you.  


Wish me luck this weekend when I attempt to make you proud with rolls.  You are with me every day.  I love you more than you'll ever know.

Love, your angel cake,

Jaimee

Saturday, November 6, 2021

November 6th, 2021- Please Be With Me

Dear Mom,

Oh, I am such a wreck today.  Some days I am totally fine and actually feel like a functioning adult and think dang, I've got this.  Today was not one of those days.   

We had lunch with Dad and Jeremy, which is something we have done for years now.  I am grateful for that.  But I am stuck in a pattern now where I am questioning everything.  I question if things will continue on the same path and if maybe we did this because I would come over on Saturdays to give you your shot and so Dad and Jeremy felt obligated to spend that time with us.  I am dealing with my own bargaining (which my therapist has helped me realize what that stage actually means) in that I constantly feel it on Saturdays especially- that I wish I had spent more time with you on those days.  I remember that weekend in August when I was sick and so I really didn't want to get you ill but came to do your shot and purposefully was rushing off and you broke down in tears saying how you never got to just talk with me.  I feel heartbroken about that.  I did come over after I tested negative for Covid and had been on antibiotics for 24 hours and I'm so glad I did that because that was when you and I went over your book that really prepared me for what you wanted after you passed.  I knew you wanted me to dress you, and I can honestly say I wouldn't have done the research to know I could do that for you if we hadn't had that conversation.  So I'm very grateful for the way things played out and am trying to focus on those positives.  But the disappointment and 'coulda/shoulda/wouldas' creep in all the time.  Saturdays are the hardest day for me for some reason.  I believe it's because it has been the one consistent day I have seen you almost without fail.  So you feel the most absent from my life on those days.  I mean, trust me, you feel absent from my life every single day.  I miss you so much it makes me gasp sometimes.  

Anyway, that was a tangent, sorry.  Basically, what I'm saying is that I realize that now things might change.  I don't have to come over on Saturdays and that's not to say that there was an obligation or that you were a burden in any way.  I'm here saying I wish I had made better use of those Saturdays.  But now that Dad and Jeremy don't "need' me to come over on Saturdays maybe they don't want to have lunch with the Shepards anymore.  I'm sure you can relate to the insecurities I'm battling.  If the tables were turned, I could easily reassure you and tell you how loved you are and that you need to not worry about these things.  But being on this side of things, I feel scared and unsure of my place anywhere anymore.  Which is so silly and I am aware of that.  

New tangent... Heidi Naylor was so sweet and we have messaged a bit and she told me something that made me feel a little validated and she said that these times of grief feel like you're caught in the undertow in the ocean.  You can't figure out up from down and feel like you're drowning.  You have to fight to get to the shore.  And sometimes you make it to the sand and you get pulled back in by another wave.  She said it is a fight and sometimes you'll make it to the parking lot of the beach and a wave will still pull you back in.  That analogy has helped me and even though I don't like the beach (ha) at least I feel like it's normal to some extent that I feel so turned upside down.

So today has been rough.  Daniel felt sensitive as Dad was helping him return some things at Lowes, which we are always grateful for his help but he didn't express that there was a BYU game on so he ended up rushing Daniel.  Feelings were hurt and of course, Daniel vents to me, and then I think everyone is upset at me.  I just want to make everyone happy and already feel like I'm making a lot of withdrawals in my relationship with Daniel.  (That's another analogy we use a lot with the kids that I think I had even said to you and Dad- relationships can have deposits made in them when you do something nice or thoughtful for the other person and then that allows you to make withdrawals in your time of need or when you need more patience from your partner... I've definitely been needing some grace.  I believe I'm still trying to make deposits and hope I'm still in the black.  Fingers crossed.  Ha.)

Well, I decided to go out and visit you.  This is another suggestion from my therapist.  Actually, the first time I went was a suggestion from Daniel.  He is such a good man, Mom.  It was such a tender mercy to be able to watch him step up and be there for me and for our entire family those two days in the hospital with you.  The day you passed he was an absolute rock.  I know he didn't want to be there- he hates hospitals and doesn't have good coping mechanisms and you know what he's been going through with his own family and the absolute loss of people still living.  But he came and came into the room and said goodbye to you and kissed you.  Thanked you for being such a good mom to me and to him.  And then he sat in the conference room and made sure to go get snacks for everyone so people had food in their stomachs.  He amazed me, Mom.  And he misses you too.  And last weekend when I was struggling and couldn't even put a sentence together of why he just randomly suggested we go visit you.  So the four of us went out to see you.  I shared this with my therapist and she agreed it was an amazing idea and she suggested I do this on Saturdays to get me through the oddness of them.  So today, this afternoon, I decided to go by myself.

I have a playlist of songs that remind me of you.  Somewhere In Time, Neil Diamond, Michael McDonald, Phil Collins, Genesis, The Police, Hall & Oates, and then songs that just make me think of you because of their words.  I played it while driving out to the cemetery.  It is so beautiful, Mom.  I wish you could have known you were going to be buried there before you died.  I think you would have had such peace knowing that.  We should have done the research to know that beforehand.  I am so glad you are there.  I feel at peace every time I go there.  Daniel has joked he wants to teach Miles to drive out there in their parking lot so you can be a part of it.  

On the date of your burial, they told us your headstone or gravestone wouldn't be in probably for two months. Kailah had said six weeks.  So we have really hoped it would be in towards the end of this month.  I began walking towards your section.  I could see that there were new headstones placed but I didn't get my hopes up.  I walked a little closer and was already talking to you in my mind.  You are number 1212.  I was looking at the grave markers.  1217, 1216, 1215, 1214, 1213.... wait!  There was your headstone!  I immediately fell to my knees in front of your stone and started sobbing.


Your stone is so beautiful and perfect.  I looked around and decided yours is better than the ones before you.  Ha.  Of course.  It's yours!  I knelt here for about a half-hour and for some reason just seeing your name carved in this stone with the angel Moroni, that I believe you would have loved, made me so happy and so sad at the same time.  I allowed myself to feel all the feelings.  Sadness, anger, hurt, guilt, confusion, awe, loneliness, insecurity, fear, disappointment, pride, and gratitude.  I tried to end on gratitude.  I left you with a kiss and sat in my car and texted my Case Men chat and my Case Mamas chat and then my Shepard family chat.  Karen and Erin immediately responded.  But no one else did as I started driving back.  I didn't expect my own kids or Daniel to respond.  Honestly, I texted them because I would have felt bad if I had told my siblings and Dad and not my own little family.  But then I started spiraling.  Why weren't my own siblings and Dad not responding?!  Mom, I started freaking out.  I was driving but kept checking my phone and started sobbing.  I was overthinking and imagining that they were all mad at me because they didn't want a picture, they wanted to see it themselves first.  Why did I send a picture?  Why?  I am so stupid!!!!  I finally decided I was going to call Dad and apologize and he answered to my sobbing gasps.

Your husband is an amazing man and father.  He was patient and explained, through my tears, that the BYU game was still on and so he and Josh and Jordan all probably hadn't seen the text.  Jeremy wasn't even home and turned out he was at the movies.  I was totally overreacting.  But that's where I'm at these days, Mom.  It's awful.  I don't know what to do.  Other than trust it's going to get better.  Dad texted me and even called me again tonight and the brothers have all responded.  I think Dad and I are going to go to the cemetery tomorrow maybe with Jeremy.  And I will continue to try to work through all of my issues.

I just miss you, Mom.  What's sad is that I know if you were still here, nothing would be different.  I would still be taking you for granted.  I would be rolling my eyes at your silliness.  I would be annoyed at your frustrations with Dad.  I had so little empathy, despite really trying hard to understand where I could. It just didn't hit me until you were gone.  And I hate that.  I miss you and wish I could go back to ten years ago when you were so healthy.  I wish I could go back to when your health started to take a hit and I would fight harder to get you the care you deserved.  And I know you can empathize with feeling so scattered and emotions all over the place.  So if I could just ask a favor, even though I'm listing off all of the reasons I don't really deserve a favor from you... I wish you could just be with me.  Just let me know you're here still.  That you love me.  I love you so much, Mom.  I always have.  I wish I had shown you in a way you needed to be shown.  I remind myself every day that you could relate and that you managed through all of this.  I'm so proud of you.  I hope you know that.  I have read texts where I told you that so I hope you knew it.  Please be with me.

Love, your angel cake,

Jaimee

Friday, November 5, 2021

November 5th, 2021... Dad's Birthday and One Month

Dear Mom,

Today marked one month since you left us.  One month.  I don't know how I'm functioning without you.  You'd be happy to know that the therapy I began this summer (at your urging!! Thank you!) has easily transitioned into a place where we are focusing on my grief.  She suggested I write to you as a way to express my grief.  Journaling was her suggestion.  Jeremy would have been all over that and likely is already but I cannot find myself putting a pen to paper.  But I liked her idea of writing you letters and decided to do it in the format of a blog as you know that's my 'jam'.  

So this is my first letter to you and I wish it could be significant and meaningful, but just because of the day, it's going to be kind of lame.  Ha.  Let's blame Dad for that.  Mom, I am so very glad Dad came home in time for his birthday.  Between you and me, I think he really needed to go on the trip with Les.  I know, had you been alive and still struggling, he would not have gone.  And I believe you know that now.  Maybe I'm kidding myself in my grief but I really believe that you came to a lot of understandings in those last days and you knew how much Dad loved you.  I hope that's the case because it is absolutely the truth. He misses you so much, Mom.  We all do, but him especially.  It has been so good for me to have him back home and to see those moments of vulnerability because I feel safe knowing that I'm still struggling and knowing that I'm not alone.  

Anyway, I was so glad that he and Les decided to rush home and suggested we all meet up for dinner.  You would be so proud of how we all came together and worked side by side to accomplish your services. I believe you were there, Mom and I hope you were blown away by the number of people that showed up and expressed their condolences and sadness at the loss the world now faces without your bright light in it.  We, as siblings, were all so close that week we planned things out and as the weeks went on after your birthday, I had missed getting to see everyone.  So I suggested dinner.  And we all met tonight at Tucano's.  Jordan was so sweet.  He always is.  Erin is so sick and determined to manage her gestational diabetes with her diet.  She's amazing, Mom.  So Jordan was definitely thinking of her a bit when he suggested Tucano's because she could eat a lot of meat- low carb!  He made sure to ask if I could eat a lot there- thinking of gluten-free.  And then because he knows it's expensive, he brought gift cards for Daniel and I and Josh and Karen and then he paid for Jeremy, and Dad's meal was free.  You have amazing kids, Mom.

It wasn't what I imagined because it was the first time I had seen Jordan and Erin since the evening of your birthday.  That restaurant is so busy and overwhelming!  So it wasn't the conversation I imagined we'd have.  It was loud and distracting and we got interrupted constantly.  But it didn't matter because we were all there together.  Dad is 76 years old and has to navigate these next years without his companion.  We are going to do everything we can to help him.  He is so very loved.  We took a picture outside the restaurant.  


I can't believe it's been one month, Mom.  This past weekend was hard for that reason.  I was oddly aware on Sunday, which was Halloween so it was odd in and of itself, that it had been four weeks since I had last spoken to you.  That last phone call when you were in the ER still and Dad had you on speakerphone, which I know you hate.  But I'm so damn glad he put you on speakerphone because that was my last conversation with you.  I can't remember if my last words were, "breathe through your nose" or, "I love you" but it was one of those two sentences.  And I just have to laugh because I couldn't have known how the next day would play out.  But oh, Mom, if I had known.... 

I have gone back through and re-read alllll of the texts you've ever sent me and I was struck by how often you referred to me as your angel cake.  I took for granted to nickname you gave me in my childhood, but I am so very grateful for how often you have called me that.  I have a voicemail saved that you called me that and I know I saved it for that reason.  So I will sign off every letter to you that way.  Because more than anything, I want to be your angel cake.  I miss you so much it physically hurts.

Love, your angel cake,

Jaimee

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