Sunday, February 21, 2010
A Mother First!
I had to make a decision, a decision to go ahead with Matthew's 16th Bluegrass Birthday party Saturday night or cancel it and just crawl in bed and cry. My dad went to Heaven Friday night and of course as a Christian I know he's so much better off and no longer suffering. On the other hand as a daughter, I already miss him terribly and am so sad. The decision to go ahead with the party was supported by everyone which helped. Grieving came before and after the party. I kept it pulled together during the party so it wouldn't be ruined. I'm a mother first!
The banjo cake turned out great. I was proud of it and it got many compliments. The music was great, a lot of picker friends showed up so the house was filled with laughter and music. My dad loved Bluegrass music. Until recently, he traveled close by to neighboring cities just about every weekend to be at different jams. He was so proud of Matthew's banjo playing. He constantly told me he loved to hear Matt pick but according to his brothers, that's just about all they heard too. So instead of calling me by my name during my dad's brief hospital stay prior to passing away Friday night, I was the "one" that her son picks the banjo. Hmm, I guess it's ok to be known as the "one". I'm a mother first!
The cake creation and Matt's upcoming party was just about all my dad and I talked about as we set through the long hours of a chemo treatment last Monday just before he passed out and was taken to the hospital. We talked about that, Bluegrass, and me taking him to The Barn next week, which is a local pickin' place where Matthew picks every Monday night. Well, tomorrow night is Monday night and as I sit at The Barn, I plan to put my purse in the seat next to me because that's where my dad would be sitting if he could. I know he would not have wanted the party cancelled, so for a few hours Saturday night I was a mother first and a grieving daughter second.
I'll leave you with a few pictures from the party. This week will be a long sad and tuff one for us to get through. We all have our theories about Heaven, so if my dad can tune into what is going on here I know he heard and enjoyed some great pickin' last night. I know he saw my cake and was proud of me for creating what I had probably spent an hour describing to him last Monday. By the way, I have two dad's in Heaven. A wonderful biological dad and this dad that took me and raised me as his own when I was 11 years old. What a reunion that will be, along with grandparents.
Oh, I forgot about the chili and homemade oreo cookies. They turned out good too and was enjoyed by all! Thanks for stopping by.