The Eagles recorded a song entitled Get Over It and it was my theme song in 1995. I slipped on ice in January of that year; broke my ankle, and then spent 8 weeks camped out on my sister’s couch because I couldn’t navigate the steps where my son and I lived. Being my sister’s house guest all that time gave us enough togetherness to last a lifetime, and sometimes now when I miss her I think about all that time I aggravated her (and vice versa), and suddenly don’t miss her quite so much. I spent quite awhile overcoming the fear I acquired after my injury and recuperation, and must admit it was sometimes down right hard to do this, but with songs like Get Over It I managed.
Today marks the 9th anniversary of Mom’s death, and I so needed that song today. I awoke expecting to feel a little sad because my son’s paternal grandmother had already begun removing the Christmas decorations. If I had my way, they’d be up all year round. Just think: “It’s my Christmas and I need it Now!” and you’d understand how I feel. I’ve got an heirloom shirt that was Mom’s — most of the others are now too holey to wear in public — that I wore today to help me navigate this roller coaster day. I tried to keep my mind occupied as best I could, but still spent the day brooding, and since I wasn’t home I couldn’t fire up the computer and write my sorrows away.
Luckily my son had rum and eggnog from Christmas; so I had some and felt so much better. One cap of spiced rum and a cup of eggnog works almost as well as a rousing song, and if not you’ll be so mellow you won’t really care. I must keep that in mind for New Year’s Eve. I already told my son I won’t be over for their party — don’t want to cramp their style with a geriatric hippy. Anyone having a New Year’s Bash I can crash? Meanwhile I’m “getting over it” one day at a time.