Wow, is all I can say. My Mother died on August 6th, and I am still in shock. The heartache is incredibly loud. I have not been able to write until now.
Eileen Nigro, my cute babe of a Mom... who ate right, exercised, was never sick and barely took an Advil, died within 7 months of complaining of what we first thought was back pain from a fall. Instead a gruesome blood cancer called multiple myeloma discovered at 'third stage', ripped her to shreds and took her away to heaven."Death Leaves a Heartache No One Can Heal, Love Leaves Memories No One Can Steal."
It was exactly a year ago August I took my mother to San Diego for a fun mother/daughter trip where I made her pose for this picture as we were power walking down by the San Diego waterfront. Eileen could bang out 5 miles without flinching at 75. It was a happy silly moment. Who knew it would be our last adventure. We slept in the same bed at a 'way too cool for us' hotel, had cocktails and sprawled in the sun on 'way too cool for us' double sun lounges at the hotel rooftop pool (both in two-pieces because who cared) . We saw the opening of The First Wives Club Musical at the Old Globe Theater, had cocktails at the famed Del Coronado Beach Hotel, laughed out loud eating ice cream stranded forever on some random bus bench waiting for a taxi, and dined curbside being serenaded by a guy in full body piercings. Fun memories.Many of you know the agony of the loss of a mother. Many of you, like
me, also know the agony of spending months in a hospital, bedside, watching and participating in the suffering leading up to such a great loss
. It was pure insanity from many perspectives; medical, emotional, and financial and I have a lot to say about it all at another time. I will even eventually share the story of the 'sign' I whispered she should send me once she became my angel, to let me know she was still around. I got the 'sign' the day after she passed and so have many others.
The discovery of my Mom's cancer this past April and the hospital madness, coincided exactly with the launch of this humor website, so most of what I've written here up until now was done either in the wee
hours of the morning after long hours at the hospital, or in her hospital room on a food tray while she slept. Why do I mention this? Because humor has a serious purpose.
Humor is an escape. Humor helps us find lightness in darkness. Humor gives us gentle reprieve from harsh reality. Humor helps us find the positive in the negative.
Funny, that the 'Humor' writing which I
intended for all of You...ended up saving Me
by helping me cope throughout this ordeal.
My mother always told me, even when I was a little girl, the thing she thought I did best was write.
OK Ma...it's gonna be hard to laugh for awhile but I'll keep writing. xo