Over the past week I’ve been mentioning my family being over and driving me nuts but there was a reason behind this lovely reunion. You see someone in the family was graduating… I’ve been meaning to write this since Thursday night
You’ve finally done it! I want to congratulate you on your success. Well done fatty, you did better than me! I know very well how hard you’ve tried and all the work you’ve put into your studies. I was there. You can’t lie to me and even if you try I can always tell. Like remember when you said you hadn’t seen my toy cars? I knew you had and we did find them in the VCR a couple of days later. That’s when you started referring to it as “The Garage” (after you had already tried stuffing a sock in it and before you put jam on one of the tapes and stuck it in there because “it was hungry” – oh and by the way that was the last time we sent it to get fixed, you are the reason we grew up without a VCR).
But that is all in the past and reminiscing about it is a bit like sticking your face to the microwave oven door while it’s doing its magic; simply pointless and somewhat dangerous. The truth is that you are a pain in the ass but I love you nonetheless. You are my friend and know everything about me. You are not afraid to tell me the truth and although you don’t understand me sometimes (I do broadcast on a higher frequency than you) you have always supported me. You don’t know what that means to me. I will trust you forever. I will forgive you everything and I will give you any of my internal organs if you ever need one (I really hope you don’t though because I hear it’s a rather unpleasant process).
What I am trying to say is that I am proud of you, little brother. I never doubted you could do it. I am sorry for being a pain sometimes and I am sorry that I am the reason you are in a place where you’d rather not be. I do believe it’s for the best that you’re here but I know what it’s like to not be able to make your own choices and be confined. Hang in there. Just one more year and then the world will be your oyster.
She wasn’t sitting among us and most of us didn’t even realise. Her name was announced but no one appeared for the handshake. We applauded mindlessly and slowly stopped. John Taylor continued to say that she had died before the completion of her studies in a car accident. Everyone’s heart sank. John resumed by saying that her brother would be receiving her certificate in her place and a young man appeared on stage. The loudest of applauses shook the room. The real kind. The kind that you can feel deep inside and which moves your heart.
No one would stop clapping and no one wanted to. It was important that she heard us where she was and I bet she did.
To you, Jess, in celebration of your life, I want to dedicate my own graduation. I wish you were there with us yesterday. I didn’t know you but I’d love to have met you. You are missed.
I received some bad news last week. My mum has been having some very bad headaches lately. She has been taking pain killers but they would always come back. I have asked her, begged her to go see a doctor. She never did. She kept saying she would but never actually arranged to go. I am very much like my mother. I take after her in more than one ways especially personality-wise. I do not go to doctors. I know I should and I keep saying I will but I end up never going. Exactly like my mother.
Last week the headaches got pretty bad and my dad took her to see a doctor. The tests showed a tumour. That was the bad news. The good news were that the tumour was benign. It is a lipoma which is nothing more than fatty tissue which is normally left untouched unless there are cosmetic reasons to remove it. In the case of my mother however the lipoma is pressing against a nerve (or possibly more than one) in her head which is causing the headaches and from what I understand the nausea she was experiencing last week as well.
Today she was admitted to hospital. She is having a lot of tests done. She is spending Mother’s Day in a bed. She has to remain still and is not going to sleep because of that. But that, for me, is not the worse thing.
The worse thing is that she is alone. I am not there because I can’t be there. She is too far away for me to visit. I am close to tears because I can’t be there for her. There’s nothing I can do about it and it’s killing me. A phone call is not enough but it’s all we have right now. I tried to be strong on the phone and as cheerful as possible. The last thing she needs is a boy crying over the phone right now. I laughed and joked and did my best to give her as much strength as possible. People have told me this is not a dangerous procedure and that I shouldn’t worry but all this means nothing because the truth is I am too scared of losing her. You know what the first thing she said on the phone was? That she’s sorry but it looks like she won’t be able to be here for my finals. She is the most powerful person I know and I can only wish to be half the person she is.
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My grandparents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary last night. They recieved a letter from Liz who is also having her diamond wedding anniversary this year. Liz actually had a commemorative coin minted to celebrate!
Their Bridesmaid still has her wedding dress (but she didn’t wear it last night). When quizzed on what made their marriage last so long they disclosed that it was always saying ‘yes dear’ no matter what the other said.
Sorry about the rambling post, I’m recovering from the open bar still.