this was the year of firsts.
first wedding anniversary.
followed shortly by first anniversary of my mother’s passing.
[all of which preceded by the first anniversary of my grandfather's passing and my mother's first un-celebrated birthday... the ides of march from posts before... and the first motherless mother's day].
for our first wedding anniversary and the honeymoon we were unable to take, we took a nice two weeks to visit seattle and british columbia and take an alaskan cruise. it was a trip we desperately needed, especially to decompress from all the previous job put me [us] through. we had a great time reconnecting with each other, with nature, with the universe. it was amazing and wonderful.
the first anniversary of my mother’s passing did not go as well. we flew to michigan to look for houses on the anniversary. the obligatory flight delays put us in town later than i’d hoped, as i wanted to go visit her grave, but it would turn out to be the least of my worries that evening. at the car rental, we got into our first vehicle and found it smelled of smoke, so we unloaded the bags and got a new one. as we pulled the bags out of the car at the hotel, i noticed that i didn’t have my backpack. my backpack containing the last pictures my mom would ever take. the pictures of the silly camo hat i bought her in the hospital, on her last “shopping” trip. the pics from our recent honeymoon. the pics from all the days between. not to mention my ipad. my mind flashed back to the first car, where the bag was in the backseat. tried calling the car rental company all night, with no answer.
happy passing of my mother to me.
first thing the next morning, the husband and i were up and at the car rental before they were open. a long discussion revealed the car had been detailed and rented out again the previous night. the detailers “didn’t see the bag” and it was too early to call the renter to find out if it was still in the car. so i waited. manager called later to say that more questions to the detailers resulted in nothing and there was no answer from the renter. i called apple, verizon, etc all in a hopes of tracking my goods, but some quirk kept the theft-retrieval from working.
i was certain there was no hope. detailers working at a job in detroit where money was scarce were likely to see this as a jackpot. so was the renter if it had made it that far. i had a modicum of faith, but not much more so i filed a police report and spent days talking with detectives. and all of the time spent trying to retrieve my goods prevented me from visiting my mother’s grave.
[something i still haven't done, since she passed. i know. but before you judge, note that i live 13 hours from there [until next month]. besides, that’s not where she is now. that’s where her body rests, but not her soul. i can “visit” her anywhere.]