Long Emotional Days Part 2

On the subject of long emotional days and the multiple layers involved in mourning there are significant areas that seem to be much more difficult then others and some that are guaranteed to be terrible. Such was yesterday when I began the sad sad process of moving some things out of Jakes room and into mine to make room for a new roomate that will be coming aboard in June. My niece Teresa will be moving into Jake's room and Sharissa (the new roomate) into hers. It did not help that I let my anti-anxiety medicine run out. Sufficed to say I became a complete basket case as I began to move things out of Jakes room and into mine. Part of it was the confirmation that Jake was gone and his room would no longer belong to him. Another part was seeing all the music and movies he had bought and set up meticulously along with other articles that defined his identity. After moving several items of Jakes we have decided to keep into my room and watching as simultaneously Jakes room became less Jakes room and more of a generic room my sadness increased. Such a statement of the end of his life on this Earth. I began looking at some of the movies he had collected over the last few years. Movies that most people would not even watch but movies that Jake found meaning and laughter with. I looked back on how every day Jake and I would go to the book or cd store or out to lunch. Jake got anything he wanted in those last couple of years. From books to cd's to lunches. The result, his physical legacy now partially in my room and his and I walked over to Pam's house my neighbor and collappsed on the bed (for the upteenth) time crying hysterically. I explained to her that I did not know if I would be able to stand seeing his things every day without being sad. I thought I might have to pack it all up till such a time as my heart has at least partially healed over. I felt it would be a mistake to jump to any quick decisions.
After the cry as usual I felt better and when I went back home I saw the possibility that I may be able to get myself to a point where I can see only the positive things about Jakes earthly goods and not concentrate on the negative. For now, that is what I will try to do. I am not sure what this blog entry does for anyone. Perhaps it is a guide for what to expect so that you are not blindsighted should a disaster occur. Even though I seem to have outlined many of the major feelings and situations one is liable to go through, there as still many more left that I do not even know about. It is hard to conceive that I may one day be fairly recovered from this. It is difficult to define recovered in this case. As for Jake, when I get this sad, I think of him up there laughing at me and when my time comes one day I know that when he greets me it will not be with him running to me excitedly and giving me a big hug. No, I expect that the first thing he will say to me as he stands there calmly with a mischevious smile on his face is "Well, how much did you miss me?" Then when I want to run to him and give him a hug, I will hear him say.."Wait! First you have to say hello to Indy" (his dog)..."Look at him!"