The question took me off guard.
My step dad called and asked me where my mom's rollers were. Mom died several years ago from lung cancer. My sister and I went through all of her stuff at his request and tossed what we tossed and kept what we kept.
I thought it was a strange question. So I made a smart ass comment...
"Are you planning on making a change?"
He didn't even chuckle.
His girlfriend wanted to have her hair curled.
I sat on the other end of the phone...stunned.
Why would anyone want to use a dead woman's curlers?
I must admit that I struggle daily with the loss of my mom. But I knew that my step dad was going to move on.
The problem is that I don't think he understands my own grief. He doesn't understand that things he randomly does or say regarding my mom really bothers me.
It was very very difficult to see another woman sit at my mom's table and even more difficult to watch her sleep in my mom's bed.
(My eyes sting when I typed that just now)
The first time I met the girlfriend, she was sitting topless at the kitchen table right where my mom had her coffee. I wanted to vomit and run.
The thing with the curlers is that my mom always set her hair. She used those black rollers with the bristles and the plastic pointy pins and once her hair was up, she wrapped it in a red bandanna.
I could never figure out how in the hell did she sleep with those things in her hair.
In the morning she would take out the rollers and tease her hair until it was mad and sky high in the hair. Sometimes I wish I had a picture of that sight.
I don't think that I can ever go visit the house ever again. It is just like my mom was erased from a sketch and you can see the blurred lines just barely.
Grief is a weird emotion.
