Thursday, June 17, 2010

And then, I fell apart...

I had told myself that once I got through the semester, once I wrapped up final exams and papers and projects, I would be able to focus more throughly on running and blogging. I wasn't happy with myself for slacking off on those things, while trying to manage work and school. I was excited to kick things into high gear, as I built up mileage and strength in preparation for my marathon training.

And then, on April 29th, my mother died.

I called home that morning. She answered the phone, but I could tell something was very wrong. She seemed confused and wasn't making a lot of sense. I told her to put my father on the phone. He told me that he wanted to get her to a hospital, but she didn't want to go. I hung up with my father and called my brother at work. "I think you'd better go home," I told him. I called a car service to take me to Jersey. I called Jeremy and told him I was going to my parent's house and that we were going to take my mother to the hospital. He told me to keep him posted.

When the car service pulled up outside my apartment, I was barely keeping it together. There wasn't any traffic on the 25 minute drive, but it seemed to be taking hours.

The car stopped in front of the house. As I paid the driver, my brother walked up. We walked into the house together, into the kitchen. My father was there. He put his hands up to stop us from going any further.

"She's gone." He said.

Police and EMT's arrived. It was too late. I started making a mental list of all the things that would now never happen.

She would never see my children.
She would never laugh at one of our stupid jokes again.
She would never sing Beatles songs with me again.
She would never call me after a race, to ask me if I still had all my toenails.
She would never call just to say hello.
She would never celebrate another birthday or holiday.
She would never tell me she loved me again.

The next hours and days are a blur of phone calls, emails, planning... I don't remember much.

I didn't eat or sleep. I had never been so sad or so angry. Nothing seemed real.

Jeremy and my friends rallied around me. In spite of the incredible sadness, I felt incredibly loved.

Somehow, I got through the funeral. I got through the days that followed. I'm pretty sure I even laughed a few times.

I got out of bed every day. I cried when I wanted to. I reached out to whoever would listen. I made myself meals. I did school work. I watched movies. I laced up my sneakers and went for a run. I got through each day, as it came along. I put one foot in front of the other. Every day. The best I could.

The sadness and the anger and the incredible feeling of loss are with me. Every day. But I am beginning to feel a little bit more like myself. I am beginning to laugh with my whole heart again.

While the pain of her absence is immense, so is the joy of all the good memories I have. Every day, I go on with my life and my plans. She won't be there. But I have to do the best I can. For her. And for me.


  1. Sharon, I am so sorry for you loss. I find it hard to find the words, but you are one incredibly brave woman. I think you are doing the best you can do. For her and you.

    And you are one freaking fast runner. :O) See you on Tuesday lady. Be well.

  2. Oh honey...I started tearing up just reading this. Love you lots. Big hugs.

  3. Sharon in all that you do she's with you. I know it's probably out of character for me to point this out, and even harder to believe given the incredible loss you've suffered, but I've been thinking about it a lot and your mom is always going to be with you because everything you are is, in part, because of her. Your strength and unending drive. Your sense of independence (that you fought for so long to gain and have finally embraced in a way that I will forever envy). Your sense of humor (which is my sense of humor and therefore brilliant). Your love of the Beatles (which has led you to so many amazing things and people -- including your extraordinary husband). Your enormous heart. Your complete and total dedication to the people that matter in your life. Your incredible work ethic. Your laugh when it peaks and turns into a cackle. Your love of knowledge and discourse. All of these things and more are there because of who, for better and worse, your mother was and the relationship you had with her. And I really do believe that so long as you continue to be the brilliant and beautiful and fantabulous woman that you are (which I'm positive you will be) she will forever be a part of your world. And when it hurts, as I'm sure it does, and when you long for her comfort and love, as I know you do, I hope you know that there are so many of us here who would be thrilled to get a call after your race and to ask about your toenails. (Even if sometimes when they're standing right at the fucking finish line you whisk right past them in a blaze of sweat and glory without getting to hear them scream your name because they're on the wrong side of the sidewalk. yeah.) I love you lady. You're my favorite. And there's no one on this earth I'm prouder to call my friend and family than you and yours.


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