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Edited on Sun Oct-14-07 02:54 PM by OPERATIONMINDCRIME
*disclaimer* May be long, may be rambling, may be disconnected, as it is being written off the top of my head.
Hi all,
I have a little bit of free time (kids are FINALLY out with somebody) so I wanted to take a few minutes to let everyone know I'm still here.
First off let me again thank everyone who has been so kind, caring and thoughtful through this. When I first posted the original post a month ago I was aware at how I was at the pinnacle of my "OMCness" at the time and wasn't expecting all that much. But I knew I was hurting, scared and in need of strength in numbers so I figured I'd give it a shot. I knew when it comes down to it how wonderful this community is and I knew there'd be some who would give a sympathetic ear. But I was FLOORED by how you all rallied behind me and offered your thoughts, prayers and energy to us, while so easily being able separate the REAL me from the prick online me. I was touched beyond words how this community reached out to me and you'll never know how truly valuable and helpful it was through this battle. I'm the type of person that is honest to a flaw almost, and keeps nothing hidden. I freely talk to others about things going on in my life and I've always found it to be therapeutic to be open about such things. That's why I came here and could so easily share our private details. I'm not uncomfortable doing so like a lot of others are. But I'm so glad I did, because the way you all supported me is something I'll never soon forget.
I know how harsh I've been to some here and how much of an over the top wiseass I could be. But that's just online 'schtik', so to speak, and it's just a persona that evolved over time here until it was something that I couldn't even control anymore. But that's just a tangent of my personality and isn't even remotely representative of who or what I am in real life. In real life, I'm an amazingly caring and deep person who wants no harm to come to anyone. But online I can definitely turn into one hell of an argumentative prick. But the overwhelming majority of you were able to separate the two distinctions, and it warmed my heart that you did so. I didn't want this to be about 'OMC'. I reached out desperately as me, Jeremy, who really needed caring people to help pray for one of the most innocent, caring and wonderful people on this planet; my wife Stacey. This was always about her, and never about some stupid online persona.
I'm so thankful, surprised and grateful that this community welcomed 'Jeremy and Stacey', and put OMC on hold. You'll never truly know how much EVERYTHING has meant to me. I'm also aware that there were a few who had such disgust towards my persona that they couldn't separate the two, and I want everyone to know I'm ok with that now. I've tried to reach out to some of them and for some it's worked and for others it didn't, but at the end of the day I don't want anyone to be mad at anyone. I created the persona, and I can't blame some for not so easily being able to cast it all away.
Moving on, I guess I'll type my thoughts on how things are going. I sit here typing still absolutely stunned at how things turned out and I think it's beginning to occur to me that it is going to be quite some time before things seem even remotely normal. I see signs of her everywhere around me. To say this has been devastating to me and my family would be an understatement. The level of disbelief is that of which I've never before felt. I find myself pacing a lot and saying "Oh Stacey, I'm so sorry, not Stacey, not Stacey, Oh God I'm so sorry honey" etc. Each day I feel like it's just some bad dream and any day now she's going to walk through the door again. Each time I have to realize that it isn't going to happen ever, it is even more painful than the prior. She was so good, so full of life, so positive, so loving. I don't believe this has happened, and I'm crushed by it. I mean, she got a cold, and died. She fucking got a cold and died. I find myself uttering that often, cause I'm still in such shock over it. My Stacey is gone, so suddenly and so tragically. She's supposed to be here, but she isn't. I look at pictures of her constantly and her smile is so radiant that you'd just swear she's still alive. Every picture I look at tears me apart more, yet I can't stop myself from looking at them anyway. She was so sweet, so beautiful. I miss her terribly and there isn't a thing I wouldn't give to rewind time, if only this were some movie.
The kids are hanging in there and doing quite well. I have been upfront with them about everything but also am careful to only talk about things in a melodramatic positive type way, such as "mommy is with God now, cause he wanted her to be with him, and now you can say hi whenever you want! Isn't that awesome? Say hi mommy!!!" etc. I have not let ANYONE show any sadness or grief around them whatsoever as it relates to their mother, because I don't want them to feel that this is something to be traumatically sad over. I want them to think it's something wonderful that happened, her being called up to be an angel, and am convinced at their ages that is the right thing for me to do. They seem to have taken to it and are doing quite well. Too well in fact. They're running me friggin ragged. I think they quickly learned that they have me outnumbered now, and have literally exhausted me to points I didn't know existed. But I'm bringing the hammer down. In the last few days I've made clear to them that the misbehaving, whining and tantrum throwing is coming to an end. I let them know that when I say something, I expect to hear nothing more than "Okay Daddy", etc. It'll take some time, persistence and consistency to pull off, but I see it working a bit already. See, my two kids are too smart for their own good, head strong and hyper. They were almost impossible when BOTH of us were here. Now with just me? May God be with me. But I'm trying, and I'm proud of myself so far. It's past time for them to start understanding that they can't get what they want, whenever they want, all of the time. But for now they're ok. They're fed, bathed, clothes are washed, etc. I don't know how I've done it all, but I must say that this is the end of my first full week alone (no one has come at all this week, prior to this morning) and I've succeeded. I can be a single father of two young kids after all, but let me tell ya God bless all of the single parents out there. Holy friggin cow.
Moving on again, I'm gonna complain about a few things, some of which are petty but I want to vent about anyway.
Funerals and their costs: That's got to be the biggest racket goin. Standard funeral, nothing over the top, and it's 14 grand? Who knew? I certainly didn't. Shock of my life. But that was including everything, including obituaries, coffin, cemetery, pastor, outside coffin (yes, the coffin has to be inside another steel box in this area) etc. But still, 14 grand? C'mon now. And out of all those costs in that 14 grand wanna know which one offends me the most? Obituary cost. 350 bucks to put a small obituary in the Bergen Record. I'm sorry, but I think that's an absolute disgrace. I was shocked to see that, and think if anything obituaries should be a service provided by the paper. Regardless, 350 bucks for such a thing is just immoral and disgusting in my opinion. I just wanted to say that.
Bureaucracy and the like, of what one needs to go through upon losing a spouse: Never in my life was I prepared for how many hoops I'd have to jump through to take care of matters, financial and the like. The amount of documentation, paperwork, certificates etc that you need to provide for some of these institutions is just nuts. Some of the fees are ridiculous as well. I had to pay the county $145 to get a certificate stating I'm the administrator of the estate (no will), even though in NJ by law I'm designated that anyway by default. Yet ya gotta pay the $145 anyway, just for some stupid piece of paper that a bank or 401k needs. But just overall, the amount of phonecalls, faxes, document gathering, follow up calls, etc that I've had to take care of this week has been stunning to me. It is even more shocking to me cause I know how quickly I need these accounts settled and whatever money there is disbursed. We've lost over half of our household income yet some of these institutions act like we have all the time in the world to go through this process. Don't they get it? Don't they understand the urgency? And I'm not just yappin about my situation either, cause I know everyone else who lost an income earner faces the same urgency. I feel for them, cause I know how difficult the process is for getting this stuff taken care of. There really should be some easier and more centrally documented way to take care of matters upon one's death. The process is almost archaic in its lack of coordination.
Gifts from people who mean well, but should probably use a bit of discretion: Ok, maybe I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I appreciate anything and everything people have done to try and help. But some do go a bit too far. For example, her work sent an Omaha Steak package. Pretty exciting, and really nice gesture. But the problem is that they came in these two HUGE styrofoam igloo type containers filled to the brim. Let me assure you, there isn't an employee in her whole company who could've possibly fit all of that food in their freezer. Each igloo was the dimension of my entire freezer itself. Needless to say, I had to unpack whatever I could, rearrange my freezer, and give away the rest. But it was a huge inconvenience in certain ways, and I still don't know what to do with these two huge styrofoam containers. But I did LOVE the steaks and gesture, I just think some people need a bit more discretion in what they send and if it will be useful or convenient. (told ya some of my complaints would be petty, but if you saw how much frozen food this was, you'd understand what I'm sayin).
Headstone Companies: Okay, this one REALLLLLLLLY pissed me off this week. Here it's only been a few days since the funeral and I'm sitting around devastated over the recent loss of someone so loved, and I have to deal with headstone advertisements already being sent in the mail from local companies who I guess search obituaries. Hey, I know it's business and I know advertising, even in a market as morbid as death, is necessary. But can ya give me a fucking week for christ's sake? I mean, is that really too much to friggin ask? Man was I pissed. It was just the last thing I wanted to be reading on Tuesday (and Thursday for that matter) and I literally was offended. I just found it to be amazingly disrespectful and I'm still heavily considering giving the two companies a piece of my mind as it relates to the matter.
Breast Cancer Awareness Month: Ok, normally I'd be gung ho for it. But this time, it's just REALLY bad timing. Everywhere I look, everywhere I go, everything I buy, every station I listen to, there's a reminder. Her father and sister have said the same things. It has made this process even tougher because the reminders are so in our face, all of the time.
Okay, that's enough of the venting part. Here's a few things unexpected that have come from all this:
Panic attacks. Never had them before, never understood them, knew people who had them, couldn't relate. But holy cow, I get it now. I always figured my mind would be strong enough to overpower one if I had one. Nuh uh. Don't quite work that way. Once the chemical process in your brain and blood starts, hold on for the ride. Never experienced anything like it before and hope they don't come on too often. Totally caught me offguard.
Paranoia: Yup. That's a new one for me. It's the weirdest 'side effect' of them all from this. Every time I go on the front stoop and smoke a cig, I feel like people are looking through their windows staring at me, thinking "I wonder how he's doing" "oh those poor kids" or "God he looks like shit" etc. Every car that drives by I feel like they're staring at me too. Even in the supermarket, I feel like strangers are judging me too, though I'm aware they don't know the situation. It's just weird and unexplainable, but right now I can't seem to shake it. I just feel like everyone's looking at me, even though I know they're not (though I'm sure some are).
Loneliness: Eats you alive. When the kids are in bed, the void is immense. That was our time. Now I don't know what to do with myself. It's amazing how for granted we take companionship and marriage sometimes. Just having someone to tell something petty and mundane to, even though you know they don't care and probably even aren't listening too well, but you know you'll be there pretending to listen to their mundane stories too, is just something that's so valuable. Not sure if you all know what I mean by that, but I hope some do. And just being able to rub someone's leg, or give and take a hug when needed, or to just know someone else is there, even if you're doing two separate things in two separate rooms. You still know each other are there. But now, the loneliness and emptiness is overwhelming at times. And it's a loneliness I can't really describe, as it's different than just being lonely. It's the hardest part of this all.
So ok, that's it for now I guess. Way too long already but I figured while I'm typin off the top of my head I might as well cover everything, cause I don't know when I may be in the mood to do so again next. Things have been really hard this week and I'm starting to realize that for now, things are only going to get tougher. But I'm strong and hanging in there, and at the end of the day I'm doing a good job with the house and kids. That's what matters most. But I'm not sure when or even if I'll truly be able to be 'OMC' again. It's just too hard right now. But you all have meant the world to me through this and it was truly appreciated that a DU'er came to the wake to represent everybody. Also the books some sent and flowers etc was extremely appreciated as well. You all rock, and you are all awesome people. I love you all and owe you all the world's biggest thanks and the world's biggest hug. Truly, I mean that.
So I'll talk to you all soon I hope, and bear with me and my babbling. I read the poem thread and some others and continue to be touched by them. I wanted to give an additional thanks for those. So that's it for now. I'm hanging in there but it's still all just so unbelievable. I want her back, but it can't happen. It just, simply, sucks. But I do know she's up there looking down on us, and I know she's at peace. But what I wouldn't give for just one more hug, in the middle of the kitchen, like we always used to...
Sorry bout the length. Kudos to anyone who read this far.
Thanks for being there and you're all in my heart,
Jeremy
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