{"id":89,"date":"2007-08-18T03:30:00","date_gmt":"2007-08-18T03:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/?p=89"},"modified":"2007-08-18T03:30:00","modified_gmt":"2007-08-18T03:30:00","slug":"the-legacy-of-peace-unity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/2007\/08\/the-legacy-of-peace-unity\/","title":{"rendered":"The Legacy of Peace &amp; Unity"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I would like to share with you what I&#8217;ve been feeling now that my mother has passed away. I have had the story that I need to be &#8216;strong&#8217; for my family. It&#8217;s been many years that I have not allowed myself to freely show fear, joy, anger, excitement, disappointment, grief &#8211; forget being vulnerable! I&#8217;ve dealt with a lot of death in the recent years and I &#8216;had&#8217; to be strong. I do not let anyone know that I am fearful of death &#038; that I&#8217;m afraid that one day you too will leave me. <\/p>\n<p>When Pipo &#038; Mima died I &#8216;had&#8217; to be strong for my wife &#038; son. Mima was ill for many years with Alzheimer&#8217;s. She no longer knew who her family was. She did not know that she had a daughter, a son-in-law &#038; grandson. I remember the day my wife asked her &#8220;I am your daughter, do you remember me?&#8221; and Mima replied &#8220;I don&#8217;t have a daughter!&#8221; She cried for days! I tried to protect my son from that. What would it feel like for him to hear that she has no clue of who he is. He can&#8217;t comprehend what is happening to her. I don&#8217;t know why I did not cry at her funeral &#8211; maybe to protect him or actually to protect me from feeling that pain. <\/p>\n<p>When Pipo died, I promised Pipo that I would take care of my family. I promised him that I would not let anything happen to them. The seven months we took care of Pipo in our home, I protected my son from Pipo&#8217;s hollers of pain. I would create distractions so that he would not have to &#8216;deal&#8217; with that &#038; looking back &#8211; so that I can escape that pain. <\/p>\n<p>Now fast forward to today. Again I pretended that I would be alright. My &#8216;strong suit&#8217; really has me believing that I can deal with the death of mom. All this time I have been &#8216;strong&#8217; &#038; I can deal with death. BUT really I was pretending that I am OK. All this time I have been hiding the fact that I am afraid, feel vulnerable &#038; alone. I kept myself busy so that I would not have to see mom wither away like a wilted rose. How that leaves me feeling is closed off from my own feelings.<\/p>\n<p>So when I interact with friends and family, I am really hiding out. Hiding my feelings. I did not want to get too close because you too will leave me &#038; I am going to hurt all over again! I would not tell you about my life, because of the fear that you may find me out or you may judge me. I get the feeling that I leave them in a funk trying to deal with my disconnect. For that I apologize. <\/p>\n<p>So what you can count on from me is that I will be free to express my feelings, will no longer pretend to be strong &#038; will be present to your (&#038; my own) greatness. I promise to be there to hear you and to listen without judgement; I promise that I will be with you when you need me; I promise I will be free to be me. <\/p>\n<p>What I ask of you is that when I leave you in a funk, that you stop and ask me &#8220;what just happened?&#8221; I know that these promises are big &#038; I may falter sometimes. I ask that you not judge it, but stretch out a hand and help me up. I will not always get it right, but know that I will try. <\/p>\n<p>Tomorrow is mom&#8217;s funeral service &#038; I do not <strong><em>have to<\/em><\/strong> be &#8216;strong&#8217; anymore. I do not need to pretend that I have it all together. I will be free to be me and free to be with you.<\/p>\n<p>God has blessed our family with a great mother, but even more so with the legacy she created &#8211; a united family. <\/p>\n<p>I love you all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-summary\">\nI would like to share with you what I&#8217;ve been feeling now that my mother has passed away. 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