Sven and I have been officially broken up since November 2012. There was no chance of this man changing his ways and after the love left my heart I realized it wasn't anything I could have helped or controlled. There are certain things in this world that are put here to taunt and tease us. It takes a strong person to only consume those things in moderation and not let them effect your life. Sometimes the love that we think is there is more about the idea of love that we wish was there.
After months of being a hermit I decided to join volleyball again. By joining the volleyball league I gained a little more of my confidence back. With each new game we played, more and more started coming back to me. Although once April was here we started having some bad news in the family. A woman that was just like a grandmother to me passed away. Two weeks later my mom's mom (Grandma T) passed away. This was a hard time on my mother because at this time we found out that her sister Barbara had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. For those of you who aren't aware of pancreatic cancer, its one of very few that have no chance for a cure. A month later my dad's mother passed away (Grandma Reilly). Soon after Clyde (my kitty) had to be put down because his body was giving out. :-(
We made several trips back and forth to Rhode Island this year, but never as long as my mother's journey. Once my mother found out about her older sister dying of pancreatic cancer, a little piece of my mom died too. Only three years separate them and now cancer separates them. My mother stayed by her bedside (and sometimes in the same bed) throughout the fall season and until she took her last breath. I made this section short, but by no means was this journey as short and sweet as it may sound. I think as babies are around us we can accept changing their diapers, feeding them, holding and caressing them because they are small and they can't speak for themselves. Taking on an adult human and caring for them in the same manor is so easily passed on to nurses because of the pride and dignity of the sick. When someone can open themselves up to letting a loved one do those things instead of a stranger doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong. Being the person who is willing to take care of the sick makes that person mother Theresa. Because once the sick has passed the person who is left carries those emotions for a life time. My mother is truly my idol and I can't believe what she went through this year. And I'm proud of my father for being as patient as he was, while he waited to have his wife back.
This hasn't been the greatest year for our family, but it has made us a little closer. We all got together for Thanksgiving week. My sister was able to come in a few days before Thanksgiving and visit with everyone except me. Which was fine since I've seen the most of her since she travels back and forth to my area for work. We enjoyed spending time with my niece and nephew. We did an early Christmas for them and we played lots of fun little games with them.
But once we all got home from our travels it was time to reflect on this painful year. I'm more then happy to take the first breath in 2014 and release my feelings of 2013.