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SHARDS OF LIGHT COME FROM ALL THINGS

Sometimes I find relief from my Depression (it’s sometimes more than depression I just can’t explain it) in the strangest places or ways.

I love music so that’s always been a favorite but the one thing that makes me truly happy is sharing a song with another person and having love and understand it just as much as I do!

My mom was always the music person. My dad knew the music only because she played it all the time. I spend a lot of time with my dad. He takes care of me and I take care of him. Years ago I started to play certain songs for him that I thought he might like. One of the first was Johnny Cash’s version “Hurt”. My father would sit mesmerized by every word and image on the screen. He would make me play it for him over and over. The first few times I watched him trying to control his emotions. My mom had passed away not long before and I know he was thinking about the past and their lives together. It was good for him because he has such a hard time showing emotion. It wasn’t good for me. Watching him broke my heart, I would hide in the bathroom until it was over.

Some music he loved, some he didn’t. I recently played “Lost Prayer”, “Sleeping Dogs”, and “In This River” by Zakk Wylde for him. I told him before I started the videos that Zakk Wylde had been Ozzy Osbourne’s guitar player for many year’s, had a side band Black Label Society, and solo material. I also told him a very edited version of when I met Zakk Wylde and his wife Barbaranne at a show. My mother was still in the Hospital after having one of her lungs removed. They had just taken her out of the medically induced coma she had been in for almost 30 days.

At first I didn’t know who the woman was I was babbling too. It was years ago and I was drinking heavily. I knew she was pretty, caring, and really listened. I was introduced to her daughter. Anyway, I spent some time with Mr. Wylde’s wife and daughter and eventually my pickled brain figured out who they were. I met Zakk Wylde and was on their bus, they were all nicer than they had to be considering I was wasted and probably annoying as hell. But I’ll never forget the kindness that I needed so much at that time. I couldn’t lean on my friends at the time because most of them were from work, also none of them had gone through what I was going through at the time. It had taken a toll having to change my mom’s diapers and bedding because the staff was too busy or didn’t care, then working 45-50 hours a week. I was toast.

My 73 year old father listened to each song with as much attention as he’s capable of. lol When he had heard all 3 he looked at me and said “Why the hell was this guy playing guitar for Ozzy for so long with a voice like that? It has so much emotion and depth to it”. At this point I made fun of him for when he watched too much American Idol. But I completely agreed.

Something else that brings me happiness is finding beautiful art I didn’t know about. Hand blown glass is extremely complex. Dale Chihuly is a master at his craft. If you’ve been to the Bellagio in Vegas then you’ve seen his glasswork.

I also love when someone unexpectedly messages me that they wore one of my pieces of jewelry and received a ton of compliments! It was to an expensive Charity Event with many people so I was excited and inspired. This is the necklace that was worn. I didn’t remember making it! lol

 

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GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST

As far back as I can remember my twin sister and I always received the same amount of presents under the tree. My mom made sure that neither of us felt that one got more than the other. It mattered a great deal to her. I just wanted her time. I still do.

When I was old enough to buy presents for my parents I went overboard. In our teens and early twenties my sister and I put both our names on the gifts. I was the one who usually paid for them. I let it happen. I knew every year that my sister would mysteriously or conveniently forget her wallet. It didn’t matter, I wanted to make sure my parents received the gifts they deserved. Neither one of them had much growing up and Christmas was probably not a good time for either of them. That’s why they made sure it was for us.

When my parents were married my father gave my mother a gold plated wedding band from K-Mart. They were married by a justice of the peace with only one witness. My sister and I were five years old. My mom didn’t care about fancy rings as long as she had my dad.

Secretly, she did want a “real” wedding ring. I never thought of my father as being the romantic type or very perceptive when it came to women. I didn’t give him enough credit.

I can’t remember how old I was. I believe I had to have been in my in my early teens for this special Christmas. I may not remember the year but I’ll never forget what happened.

My mom opened her usual gifts from my dad, household items. What every woman wants on Christmas. But there was one large box left. As she unwrapped it she found another wrapped box. This continued until she came to a small wrapped box. My dad didn’t make it easy. He used packing tape on all of the boxes. When she opened the small box it held a ring box. I immediately saw her face change. She wasn’t laughing anymore. Her face was red and she was silently crying. She looked afraid to open the ring box thinking it was a joke.

My dad finally cleared his throat and said “Honey, it’s okay, open the box”. When she did there was a beautiful diamond ring inside. I couldn’t stop crying at this point. Just watching the pure love and joy on that sweet woman’s face was enough for me. She didn’t care that it wasn’t a large diamond. What moved her was that my father did it out of love and on his own.

No matter what life had thrown at them they always faced it together. No matter what I did to them they loved me together. They were best friends, husband and wife.

My mind blocks out how long she’s been gone. I think it’s been 9 years but it still feels like yesterday. We stopped celebrating Holidays my father and I after she passed away. The rest of the family didn’t. Both of us just want to be left alone. I spend the time punishing myself for all of things I did not do and all of things I wish I had. I remember all of the things said, some good and some horrible. I am told that because I went undiagnosed for so long and also have Conversion Disorder that grief is different for me. I will most likely never be able to achieve any kind of closure.

In a way I’m okay with that. My father is 73 and on Dialysis. His health is slowly deteriorating before my eyes. I live with him and we are close. I’m not sure how I will handle losing him. I don’t think I will do well. This gaping hole in my chest that aches constantly can’t handle much more. I treasure the days I’m numb and manic. But there aren’t enough of them. There’s just this limbo.


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