Change Always Coming

It’s normal for there to be highs and lows in life, right?

One of the many, unfortunate normals of life, I suppose.

There are some changes happening in my life, and I’m happy about them. For different reasons, including selfish ones. But I’ve found as they become closer and closer to taking place, it also makes me long to have my mother here. I wonder if I’m the only one or if my sister feels the same way. I’m sure she does.

I made a trip home recently. I usually don’t like going home…and tend to shy away from large family gatherings. As nice as these things are (I’ve written before), they tend to remind me more that my mother isn’t (t)here. This time was different though. We stayed with different people throughout the week. There was a fairly large family gathering. There was also some family drama (of course lol). But it was good. It was the first time, in a long time, that it wasn’t awful being home.  I guess that’s good. I’m sure it is..and I’m sure that means something.

But right now…I’ve given myself a timeframe for accomplishing things I want to do. One way or another it involves me moving this time next year. My sister is making some changes of her own. I know she’s nervous about it, I would be too. But I think it’s good for her. Change, however, makes us, almost involuntarily, want to look to our parents.

That’s the hard part. Looking for people who aren’t here. Not knowing, at times, who to turn instead. Or knowing, but just not quite being right. For some reason I’m scared about my moments of longing for my mother overwhelms me…in this season of change I’ll be in not-quite-completely-new surroundings. And I’m not sure how I’ll express myself…or if I will. That will be something I’ll have to work on.

I saw the following quote on Goodreads semi-recently:

“A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.” – Kristin Hannah, Summer Island 

It’s been almost 6 years. SIX years. I still can’t believe it. Almost 2 for my father. My age doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, I’m still a little girl wanting her parents.

I screenshot the quote when I saw it. Sometimes I feel like I’m drawn to sad things. But I don’t need to be reminded of this quote. It actually embodies some of what I read in a book about women whose mothers have died. Quite accurate it is. I think I keep thinking that it’ll get easier the older I get. Even though I know it’s not true. In some ways, it actually seems to be ‘getting’ worse.



Disclaimer: Again, I ask for forgiveness for any typos/grammar mistakes. I wrote this fairly quickly & didn’t reread it all. 

I think this is the 1st time I’m writing something entirely (or at least mostly) about my father. By far, I talk about my mother more, though I feel both their absences so strongly. If I’m honest, sometimes I feel that I miss her more, which, at times (or maybe just in general), I do. Maybe not. But, then again, I think it makes sense. My parents were separated, reunited, and then divorced, when we were young. On TV/in movies, a divorce is often a horrible ordeal..even if the parents are amiable about the whole thing, the kids are usually upset by it. Not so with my sister and I. I think my parents only needed to be together to have us, but, other than that, it didn’t seem to work.

Even before they got separated, somehow I don’t have too many memories of my father being around. Then, once the divorce was final, he moved to another state. We were fine with it. I can recall being seemingly forced to go visit him over the summers. Part of the custody agreement.  We didn’t really care to go visit my father. I don’t think the main thing we disliked was going to see him, but we found his city extremely boring. I also tended to think, as a teenager, that he assumed he knew us just because we shared DNA…but in my mind, he wasn’t around that much, and we saw him once a year. What could he possibly know? I cried once, after something happened…I can’t even remember what it was, but I don’t cry easily. I just remember my sister phoning my mom and telling her that he’d made me cry.

My father died in 2013. It was only in 2008 that I truly believed he loved me. And only in the past few years that our relationship, to/for me, started to mend. When my mother died, my world was shaken. Though I still had my father, I still felt utterly alone. Slowly, that changed a little bit…after he died, I realized I would miss what could have been. I had only just started feeling that our relationship was getting better. The day he died, I was supposed to be leaving to go visit him.  I was excited to go..I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years. I felt guilty about that afterwards…at planning or beginning to plan an earlier trip, but I didn’t go. Either because I couldn’t or I changed my mind and postponed it. I was planning to give him a mug from the school I attended for graduate school. Because he likes tea. I was also planning to get him a large print Bible because he’d said at some point he needed another one. I was packed. I was ready. I had a graduation picture (from undergrad) to take with me as well, a big one..because I remembered/thought I’d only given him a small/medium one. After he died, once I got down to his city…I was shown the graduation picture I’d sent him previously. He’d had someone laminate it. Apparently he was really excited about me coming too…they had planned to have lunch set up for us in this common room. I was angry with myself, for putting it off. I was angry that it happened the same day my mother died 4 years prior. I was sad that it happened under the same circumstances as my mom: random, before Christmas, the semester before I was to graduate.

My father was an intensely private person. I knew this, but found it to be true even more, speaking with his/our relatives. I, too, am somewhat of a private person. I have to push myself to reveal the depths of my heart and, even then, I still have to push myself…and then I might not do it lol In my last post I talked about my introverted nature. I know I got that from my father. Oddly enough, I think I got my intense love for people from my mother..although it can be hard, that combined with being an introvert. They say hindsight is 20/20, and I find myself thinking more often about which parts of me I inherited from my father. Just like with my mom, I find myself thinking about calling him to update him on things. With Father’s Day coming up, I find myself also thinking about how I/we never…rarely got him a Father’s Day card on time. I am still struggling with some things I found out after his death. And I know part of the reason I didn’t go see him earlier was because I was still, whether consciously or unconsciously, holding things from our past against him.

All these things I know to be true. I miss the lunch we didn’t get to have. I miss the opportunity to show him pictures of my friends, discuss my classes, my ideas for the future. To learn, from him, about my family on his side. As I mentioned, I miss the opportunity to fully repair our relationship..or to see what it would have continued to grow into. My mother once told me my father had a hard time showing love. I can attest to that.

So much of me is him. I can’t pretend I’m not still confused/upset about…various things. Things that have made the grieving process even harder. But, I suppose, at least, I can say, finally, that I know he loved me.


*DISCLAIMER*: I wrote this on my phone with the dictation function because I was too lazy to type It all. There is little to no punctuation and my capitalization may be all over the place. I may or may not come back and fix it. Carry on lol

I know recently the whole introvert versus extrovert thing has been all the rage. I usually try not to get caught up in such things but this has kind of caught my interest because I am an introvert. I think it mostly caught my interest because it’s helping me understand who I am and how I function, how I think, and how I feel a lot of the time. Granted, not everyone who is an introvert is an extreme Introvert and not everyone who is an extrovert is an extreme extrovert. But I think the basic characteristics, depending on your personality and character, can be true. I recently read this Book called Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. It was very interesting for me, especially because I’ve been told many times to speak up or that I don’t speak enough or even constantly being asked what’s wrong because I’m being silent. The book may sound self-explanatory and for the most part it is. But it was still nice to read, as it took a look at introversion in a way that I’ve never seen before. My mother’s best friend actually recommended that I read it and I’m glad I did. I think one of the main takeaways from the book for me was that I don’t necessarily have to be loud to accomplish my goals. I’m using loud very loosely here, I’m kind of known for liking quiet more than noise. To me silence can be beautiful. I think we often take silence for granted, I think it’s great if I can be with someone and we can be comfortable with each other in silence. I’m definitely not one of those people who feels there always needs to be some type of noise. I didn’t realize until I read the book that in some ways maybe subconsciously I thought that I couldn’t reach my goals or that I wouldn’t be able to succeed or accomplish something unless I became louder. But this book and my cousin actually help me realize that this is not the case.there are many people who have done big things and little things, who have lived very fruitful lives and have been introverts, maybe even extreme ones. There are also those people who are introverts but are able to be pseudo extroverts. The book also talked about how society tends to make introversion seem like such a weakness and extroversion should of be/ is the ideal or what should be the goal. But if I’m honest, I never wish I was an extrovert or at least not really. Of course, there’ve been times where I wish I was a little more outgoing or a little more charming or charismatic maybe, but for the most part I’m happy with the way I am. I think the problem was I didn’t really know how to make the way I am assist me in contributing to society. This is especially difficult in office settings or corporate settings where it’s important to “stand up and stand out” or sell yourself. I don’t like doing any of that. I don’t necessarily want to stand out, not that I want to conform but I don’t necessarily want to put myself out there either. In my last position, one of the supervisors mention to a coworker and I that one way we could potentially further our careers there was to do just that: stand out and be noticed. But in talking with my cousin, I realized I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to do my job, and I wanted to do it well, but I don’t necessarily need to be noticed. So, it’s just interesting. I’m sure I’m oversimplifying the book, But I just recently finished it and I’m kind of just brain dumping some things that I remember. I thought it was a good read especially given everything out there about introversion/extroversion right now. It pointed out that,as I mentioned, there may be situations where you kind of have to “fake it till you make it” as far as being an introvert in an extrovert situation. However, in those times, if you need to recharge then take steps to ensure that you’re able to…whether at home or on a break (one man would even take breaks in the restroom). It also reminded me that there are strengths in introversion that can be used to positively affect one’s life. I can certainly say that I can see how some attributes of introversion work well within my personality and how I interact with others. I’ve always been someone who thinks a lot, maybe too much. There’s  usually a lot going on inside my mind. I like to think things through before I act or before I speak, And when I don’t, even if In anger or in error, I usually regret it later.


Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.”

               B-Anaïs Nin 

I had an interesting experience tonight when I had dinner with my friend and two of her friends. It was a nice evening, good food, good and funny conversation, and facials. I always enjoy hanging out with my friends, but adding two new people can be nerve-racking for me. sometimes just the thought of trying to potentially make conversation makes me nervous or, given what I mentioned above, causes me to feel a little misunderstood. Fortunately, my friend is aware that I’m an introvert and how new situations/people can make me feel. For example, instead of asking me if I was okay because I wasn’t talking much, she asked if it was fine that we were going to stay later after dinner. She said she noticed that I got a little quiet and when I said that happens sometimes, she knew it. That actually made me feel a little more at ease, that she was aware of what was going on with me and was nice enough to ask how I felt about staying. not to say that I expect people to ask me these things all the time, but it was nice that she understood where I was coming from. Similarly, at the end of the night, she mentioned that she knew I had been trying throughout the evening. That was just funny to me because I really had been trying. I would try to contribute to the conversation in some small way, in an effort, a very serious effort, not to remain silent the entire night. The facial ended up being one of my favorite parts of the evening, aside from the facial itself being wonderful… Because it made my skin supersoft, the mask also went over my lips so I couldn’t speak 😁

I don’t know that I would go so far as to say that I feel misunderstood most the time. I don’t think that’s true. At least in my personal life I don’t. I’m blessed to have friends especially within my close circle who, for the most part,know who I am and don’t try to change me. Those who are closest to me, know that most the time I won’t do something that I really don’t want to do (because stubborn ) but there are also times when they help me realize that what can at times be my extreme introversion, can hold me those moments, they encourage me and push me to step outside of my comfort zone. And I appreciate that. But tonight reminded me that I’m also grateful for friends who recognize that such things can still be difficult for me, [attempt to] understand where I’m coming from, and still allow me to, essentially, be me. 


*this was supposed to be posted yesterday*

talked to my sister today and the conversation plus a text she sent me later made me realize even more how my mom’s absence is affecting her. has me a little worried/concerned. my mom was the person she went to when things got too hard or too rough…I think she helped my sister see past the storm or at least that there would be a way out of it. without her…I don’t know. my sister told me today not to play ‘mom’. I told her I wasn’t, that I was being the older sister.

Definitely sent my mind spiraling down a negative tunnel for a little bit. a reminder of the hole that her absence left. I’m better now, but…I really miss her. & I think the both of us feel like it wasn’t supposed to be this way…at least not at the time it happened. How old we were. And especially the way it all happened. So quickly.

I miss her for my sister.