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{March 22, 2014}   I Left My Heart In Cape May ~ For My Mother ~ Rest In Peace

me and mom“Mothers hold their children’s hands for just a little while, and their hearts forever”~ Irish proverb ~
Someone much wiser than me recently told me my Mother flows through my veins, that every pump of my heart pushes part of her through my body and my mind, so she will always be with me. Always. It wasn’t until I was a few miles away from Cape May that I began to feel anxious the other day, uneasy almost, as if I’d left something behind when I packed my bags to head north. Which, of course, I had, when I stood alone on the slippery jetties and scattered my Mother’s ashes where she wanted them, in the Atlantic Ocean off Cape May beach.
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In the last ten years or so, Mom and I started a new tradition, 2 to 3 visits a year to Cape May, just the two of us. The only rule we had was we had to stay at The Victorian and we had to stay no less than 5 days. We began to think of The Victorian as our home away from home, always warmly welcomed as Mom checked in because I couldn’t stop petting the cat all cozied up on a comfy chair purring away in tandem with the thumping of the dog’s tail. We didn’t even care if we left the room, although we did spend many hours wandering through the most beautiful town in the world. What mattered was the talking. Two best friends talking who just happened to be Mother and Daughter. Those are the times I cherish most.
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Everything happens for a reason some say, and I’m still trying to figure out the reason Mother Nature decided Saint Patrick’s Day, the day I planned to bring Mom to her final resting place, was a good day to dump 7 inches of snow in Cape May while leaving the rest of NJ alone.
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But I was on a mission.
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After a longer than usual drive into howling wind, freezing temperatures, and snow nearly up to my knees in some drifts, I trudged my way, Mom in hand, down to the surf.
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I don’t remember ever being so cold and I talked to Mom as we got closer to the waves crashing over the jetties.
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My closest friend Shawn came with me so I wouldn’t have to be alone, but since she knows me so well, she understood my need to scatter Mom’s ashes by myself, but in true Best Friend Form, she walked with me to the beach, staying back just a bit so I could say my final goodbyes, just me and Mom, alone together for the last time.
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Is there ever enough time to say everything you want to say to someone? Usually we put it off or hope they just know how we feel.
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I am so Blessed to have a Mother who taught me to always say ‘I Love You’, so thankful that we never even ended a phone call without saying it to each other, and beyond grateful that the last words we said to each other were “I Love You”.
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Is it possible to feel relief and dread at the same time? Relieved that my sweet beautiful Mother is in that good place now, yet dreading each day without her in my life. I will never say goodbye to Mom, I will say until we meet again, I will feel your presence with each breath I take, feel you watching over me as you did all my life.
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And most of all, I will love you for the rest of my days, until I see you again.
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Rest In Peace, my beautiful Mother.
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From Buffy The Vampire Slayer ~ The Body
Anya (crying): But I don’t understand! I don’t understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she’s, there’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead anymore! It’s stupid! It’s mortal and stupid! And, and Xander’s crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she’ll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why. (She puts her hand over her face, crying.)

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My own version of the yellow brick road, where life is magical and anything is possible.
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What a wonderful and loving tribute to your Mother and such a gallant thing to brave that cold, bitter day that another Mother -(Nature) harnessed you with on the day of solemnity… My sincere and deepest condolences and sympathy to you and your family and friends…



Andy says:

A perfect tribute and memorial to your Mother x



Joseph’s right – this post was a perfect truibute. I’m glad you got to make that last Mother/Daughter journey to Cape May, despite the ridiculous weather.



alienorajt says:

Beautiful and moving and so heart-felt, Joanne, that I felt very tearful by the end. And what lovely photos of you and your mum. She sounds as if she was a terrific lady and a fabulous mother. Hugs to you. xxx



captcooke says:

It was wonderful to have you visit and share your memories with us. This is such a sweet memorial to your mom. As an Irish lad who lost his mom I can understand.



Hugs sweet girl. What a lovely tribute. I’ve stood upon those sands many a time and a beautiful place for you to be with her. Sending you lots of love on this rugged road of grief. Xx



ksbeth says:

this is a beautiful and loving tribute to your mother. wonderful post ) beth



So beautiful! I’m so sad to think of ever losing my mother/best friend. I hope I handle it as well as you. xo



Know what I think? I think your crafty mum sent the bad weather and snow. What better way to force most people to stay indoors and ensure you had the privacy you needed? Sending you love and hugs, my Jersey girl. Beautiful photos. XOXO



southeastmiranda says:

Such a beautiful tribute and so very nice of you to share it. ❤



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