My mother is not grieving well. I wish she would go to a grief counselor but she truly believes she is coping quite well. However in the few hours I saw her over the weekend, she broke into tears multiple times over nothings. She was battling depression before the fire and says her doctor has upped her meds but I think she really needs more than just meds.
Add to that, the delays in getting electricity hooked up to the trailer they will live in for the next few months (the electricity is now on). She feels like she is living in someone else’s place (which she is) and can’t feel at home.
On the weekends, my uncle and his current wife come to see my grandfather and stay in one of the bedrooms in the trailer my parents are in. We were told that my aunt has a habit of picking up things that aren’t hers. Everyone was very nice in how they said this, like she accidentally mispacks things when she is getting ready to go home. Well this weekend, one of my mother’s rings disappeared. We hunted all over the place for it and then made a general announcement to all the relatives to be on the lookout for this ring. Sure enough my aunt is the one who found it, right where we had looked many times over. She is a really sweet lady but I think she has an illness. But this is one more hassle for my mother, making sure all of her good stuff is put away each weekend when they come in.
I’m just not an emotional person and feel pretty helpless in dealing with my mother’s feelings. My dad is like me. You just deal with things. You make a plan and go through it. You focus on what is ahead rather than what is behind. Things are things. My mother is probably like most people, things represent more than just what they seem. She is upset that the lace she bought for KB’s wedding is now gone. Well, I doubt that KB was emotional concerned about it, doubt that she even knew there was lace for a dress that is 15 years away.
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