I felt this better off posted in my blog.
I appreciated Jeff's perspective in my last blog post, about my relatives attacking my mom. That having been said, I've gone through my apartment some more, and have come up with the following assertion.
My aunt loved my mom just as much as I did. My dad, with all their problems, admits that my mom loved me more than life itself. That having been said.
Both my aunt and my dad have told me something very painful, and while I havent wanted to admit it, I fear they are right.
It doesnt matter anymore.. but.. I know now that my mom did have a problem when it came to shopping and hording. I have found boxes of costume jewelry, numbering thousands pf pieces. In fact, when my friend Adam's mom, whose name is also Sheila, called me today to ask me how I'm doing before Mothers Day, she told me she may be able to help me sell it.
My dad and aunt keep saying that my mom led a double life, and that none of us really knew her. This hits me like a blow to the gut from the most devestating boxing punch.
I had a professor who would say "If you dont know why, you dont know anything" I keep thinking of WHY my mom was a horder, and had so much fake jewelry and clothes, and I come to the conclusion that having posessions made her feel emotionally happy, rich, and satisfied.
All I know is this: While their assessment of her may be right, it doesnt change the fact that I loved my mom to the ends of the earth, I miss her like crqzy, I will feel sorrow and cry this Sunday, and my feelings about her dont change,.
The bottom line: You can still love someone dearly, even if they have qualities that arent good, or you dont like.
Mitch
I appreciated Jeff's perspective in my last blog post, about my relatives attacking my mom. That having been said, I've gone through my apartment some more, and have come up with the following assertion.
My aunt loved my mom just as much as I did. My dad, with all their problems, admits that my mom loved me more than life itself. That having been said.
Both my aunt and my dad have told me something very painful, and while I havent wanted to admit it, I fear they are right.
It doesnt matter anymore.. but.. I know now that my mom did have a problem when it came to shopping and hording. I have found boxes of costume jewelry, numbering thousands pf pieces. In fact, when my friend Adam's mom, whose name is also Sheila, called me today to ask me how I'm doing before Mothers Day, she told me she may be able to help me sell it.
My dad and aunt keep saying that my mom led a double life, and that none of us really knew her. This hits me like a blow to the gut from the most devestating boxing punch.
I had a professor who would say "If you dont know why, you dont know anything" I keep thinking of WHY my mom was a horder, and had so much fake jewelry and clothes, and I come to the conclusion that having posessions made her feel emotionally happy, rich, and satisfied.
All I know is this: While their assessment of her may be right, it doesnt change the fact that I loved my mom to the ends of the earth, I miss her like crqzy, I will feel sorrow and cry this Sunday, and my feelings about her dont change,.
The bottom line: You can still love someone dearly, even if they have qualities that arent good, or you dont like.
Mitch
