Yesterday was the anniversary of my mother's death and I spent it trying to make it a happy day for those who have enabled me to live my dream job -- my Hulk members. The reality and sadness of the actual date didn't hit me until after we returned home today and I called my father in Canada to acknowledge what the day represented.
My youngest brother had come in from New York to be with my father so there was the whole uncomfortable anticipation of whether or not my father would ask if I wanted to say hi to him. I haven't spoken to my youngest brother since a heated disagreement and a too-close-for-comfort fist fight we almost had at the time of my mother's passing, so it's been two years now.
Several of my mother's friends and my childhood friends had emailed me fond memories they wanted to share with me regarding her and many of my friends personally texted me to express their sympathy. Their kind gestures were definitely sweet and appreciated so I am thankful. I'm thankful for good friends, real friends, and I'm thankful to have had a mother whom many loved and many regarded as strong and beautiful. She was a stubborn woman, stubbornest woman I've ever met and I'm happy for that. In her being one tough cookie and not taking any crap from anyone she's made me into a similar lady. She knew what she believed in and everyone else knew too. I am very much my mother's daughter in this regard.
In addition to the anniversary of my mother's passing and the situation with my brother, I was also dealing with a more recent situation -- a situation that happened yesterday. Yesterday we had our club camping trip and, while on route to our camping destination, we were almost hit by a dangerous bus driver. Snickers and he exchanged nasty words then when the bus driver laughed at us and swore at us it was game on. One broken bus window and an arm full of blood and glass later, we knew we'd now have to deal with the police. We waited until we returned home today to call and come forward because we knew they'd eventually search us out. Tomorrow we'll be going to the police to talk face-to-face and see what charges we may possibly be slapped with.
My mother's passing mixed with my brother's continual stubbornness and now the craziness of what went down with the nasty bus driver was rather consuming so I told Snickers I was going to stay home today. It was a short day at Hulk's today so not many members would be coming in but I had a lot of phone calling and emailing to do in regards to both my mother and Snickers. Needless to say I was really stressed but it was really reassuring to know that certain friends had concerned them self to contact me whether that be an email or a simple text. It's always interesting to note who concerns themselves with you when they know you're in need. They say "a friend in need is a friend in deed" but it's also interesting to note which of these "friends in need" are there when it's me in need and them that is ok. Hard times always reveal true friends.
I no longer say my nighttime prayers, I gave up doing so when my mother passed away, but tonight I thanked God for friends in my life that are sound, solid people. Friends that are to me what I try to be to them -- dependable, positive and genuine. I thanked God too for those who pose as friends but really aren't friends for they show me what kind of friend I hope to not be nor become.
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