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Mar. 16th, 2001 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehToday is the funeral of Larry's mother.
Larry is one of my co-workers who is about forty-five years old and has lived with his parents since birth. I'm not suggesting there is anything wrong with that...and I'm not making light of his circumstance.
His father passed away about six months ago and his mother died on Tuesday. His every day for the last eight to ten years has been consumed with their dying...taking care of them at home has been his life.
Now that they are gone I can't imagine what he will do or what kind of mindset he has. I can't imagine his disposition. How do you start living your own life after fifty years when your mother has been telling you what to do up to that point? She did. Suddenly he wakes up alone and surrounded by the past, making his own decisions, pursuing his own interests, and living for HIM.
His grandmother's house is across the street. She has been dead for ten years and the house has been untouched. All of her furniture, clothing, and other possessions still reside there. Now he has two houses that are "shrines" to his past loved ones. I can't imagine how it would feel if I had to throw away a loved one's things who has passed away. The closest thing I've experienced was when my ex-fiancee left and I threw away everything that she didn't take...it wasn't easy but it had to be done. Maybe it would take a good friend to help remove their things...or a relative. I don't think he has many friends.
Thankfully, I have yet to experience the death of my parents. I have four parents...my natural mother and father, a step, and an ex-step. The passing of Larry's mother has reminded me of the mortality of my own. Death is part of life and must be accepted, but the weight of death on emotion is incomprehensible.
Larry is one of my co-workers who is about forty-five years old and has lived with his parents since birth. I'm not suggesting there is anything wrong with that...and I'm not making light of his circumstance.
His father passed away about six months ago and his mother died on Tuesday. His every day for the last eight to ten years has been consumed with their dying...taking care of them at home has been his life.
Now that they are gone I can't imagine what he will do or what kind of mindset he has. I can't imagine his disposition. How do you start living your own life after fifty years when your mother has been telling you what to do up to that point? She did. Suddenly he wakes up alone and surrounded by the past, making his own decisions, pursuing his own interests, and living for HIM.
His grandmother's house is across the street. She has been dead for ten years and the house has been untouched. All of her furniture, clothing, and other possessions still reside there. Now he has two houses that are "shrines" to his past loved ones. I can't imagine how it would feel if I had to throw away a loved one's things who has passed away. The closest thing I've experienced was when my ex-fiancee left and I threw away everything that she didn't take...it wasn't easy but it had to be done. Maybe it would take a good friend to help remove their things...or a relative. I don't think he has many friends.
Thankfully, I have yet to experience the death of my parents. I have four parents...my natural mother and father, a step, and an ex-step. The passing of Larry's mother has reminded me of the mortality of my own. Death is part of life and must be accepted, but the weight of death on emotion is incomprehensible.