Tuesday, June 2, 2009

the road to mend

tomorrow we leave.
it will be the hardest trip the malemate will ever take.
the first thing after landing, we will go to the coroner's office, from there to the crematory, from there to the place where mike lived and died.
i don't know how the malemate will react to such a morbid start to the short trip.
i know i'm glad i'm going with him so he won't be alone.

this past weekend i needed help with the music for the slideshow dvd that i did of mike. the stepdaughter is in the music business and i thought maybe she would lend a hand - since it is for her half-brother. so after 10? 12? years of basically no communication, i emailed her and asked for her help with the song selection.

she sent back 6 songs - 2 in which she is the vocalist. to say i was thrilled is an understatement. it was a loving gesture and i used both of them.

but not only did she send music, she sent a very heartfelt note. she opened the option to crossover our differences.

it goes something like this:
without either of us having to apologize for past vicious words, she is willing to go forward from this point on. i have to give it to her - that had to have been hard for her, because just 2 years ago, she made it perfectly clear to her dad that she did not want me at her wedding. her wish was granted - the malemate went to her wedding alone.

i see this arrangement as very doable. and for the malemate's sake, i welcome the opportunity.

however, i do not see much changing other than when she calls and if i answer, i may ask how she and her family are doing.

i may even sign the birthday cards now too.

and if the malemate dies before me, i'll call her and let her know.

2 comments:

daffodil mouse said...

how sad that it takes a life-altering event for us to realize how precious our loved ones are. I am going thru EXACTLY the same thing with my #2 son...he suffers from 'you neglected me coz i wuz the middle kid' chip on his shoulder. But he almost died last week and now he's ready to consider seeing me again for the first time in five years.

I'm a woman with no self-respect (ie...a mother) and I will gladly take this small bone and lick his hand for offering it.

Hugs to you and the malemate...you are enduring the most agonizing grief life tosses at us. My heart and prayers are with you.

mouse said...

thinking of you.