NO LIMITS-BK 2.- Chapt 2-BEYOND THE VALE
April 3, 2023 at 1:25 pm 4 comments
Links to previous Chapters and Book One – the before—-
Forward: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/02/03/no-limits-bk-2-forward-beyond-the-vale/
Chapter One: https://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2023/03/03/no-limits-bk-2-chapt-1-beyond-the-vale/
And so it was Christmas Eve, the Lombardis had put Chris’ cremains in the ground, without kith or kin or even having the decency to inform his family of times etc. just 5 days previously .
My mum had gone back to her little apartment, a few blocks away. We changed traditions that year and they have remained the new traditions ever since.
Oh ! I decided Chris would not be forgotten by his baby nephew as he grew . Chris had always loved the presents and especially giving them. So the “Chris Miss Present” has become a yearly “over the top gift ” for both his nephews now, they know him in more ways than one.
I stopped Christmas at this house, there are no decorations since that dreadful Christmas, no real tree ( Chris insisted upon)., the decorations of Nikkis and Chris’ special childhood decorations were packed up and given to Nikki for her tree, along with the memories of wonderful times .
I just wasn’t strong enough to deal with the hypocrisy I felt , I couldn’t, as my mum asked put a good face on it, not in my own home that had become my refuge from the outside world and my prison. Now, I still visit Christmas and can leave when it becomes too hard. I found it works for me and my husband.
That Christmas Eve , I tried, for the sake of the baby and his first Christmas and my daughter who was also “putting on a brave face” and the immediate family. We were all trying to be normal and it was as false and fake and no-one was fooling anyone else. We just went through the motions like a bad theatre rehearsal. That year saw the beginnings of new traditions which have now become the annual tradition, no more English Christmas Dinner. We opted for Lobsters and all the trimmings. I do the Christmas Eve fare at Nikkis on Christmas Eve and we go to her home Christmas night Although as Chris used to love to light the Christmas pudding his nephews made the pudding- with first my mum and then me- and they bring it to the table to light, only two of us eat it though!
Then that first Christmas Eve came the rather somber gift exchange although, the gifts were mainly for a little baby who really knew nothing of what was happening even when Santa Claus arrived. My son-in-law was the one with his delicious humor that kept spirits alive. I was allowed to leave my “visit to Christmas” I (hopefully) smiled in the right places and tried but inside I was failing miserably to cope. Driving home through the neighborhoods of Christmas lights twinkling , decorations of celebrations I could barely see through the tears to drive. I fell up the stairs in my rush to get to the bedroom where my “crying pillow” was waiting for my flood gate of tears.
I have been told everyone handles their grief in different ways. I don’t think I “handle” anything , even after these years I can only liken my “carrying on with my life” as dealing with a chronic condition, one that has become a part of me. The flare ups, the emotional incontinence that comes unasked and unexpected. If there is an upside to this grief, for me the pain is such that I hit bottom so no longer does anything other than illness or hurt to my remaining family scare me. I am numb to the angst, strife and wanting connections or accolades . There is freedom and an honesty for me in the person I have become.
That first Christmas Day – AD- I had spent what was left of Christmas Eve, wandering the house, going back to the bedroom , trying to sleep. I found myself asking the questions in my head, the same questions I know other mothers have asked?
Why my child? What did I do , what did they do ? If there is this God or all powerful entity. Why was my son, who had done nothing taken when cretins are allowed to carry on creating havoc, ruining lives , killing and maiming (even in this old neighborhood) . Was I being punished for some “sin” Was it my fault? Could I have seen things earlier, could I have done something else , did I miss something ? Could I have done more to try and save him?
I realized I had somehow in my sheer emotional exhaustion wandered into Chris’ former bedroom and had fallen in a sleep ( for want of a better word) I found myself waking , my senses on heightened alert I was listening , trying to feel , trying to reach out to my son. I was holding his jacket, breathing in the remnants of his aftershave , the smell of him as if it would aid communication. I could hear his voice in my mind but not with my hearing, I could close my eyes and see his face , but not him . I questioned and tried and there was nothing , no answers, no Chris.
My mum called wanting to know about “Christmas Day” were there plans. I said No not for me . I just couldn’t I had used up what little reserves I had . I was being bombarded with loss . I was questioning too much doubting everything. Why were his wife and family being so cruel?
I decided to start my clearing away of things , I was sure I wouldn’t be able to continue in my own existence holding this excruciating emotional and yes physical pain for very long. I started by clearing out the desk that held the phone upon which I had spoken to mum, seemed like a good place to start, years of papers and notes stuffed into that drawer,
I lit the fire and pulled out the drawer. Throwing schedules of soccer, notes, old letters some receipts all the junk that I had managed to “I should keep that, just in case” scenarios.
My mum , worried about me would call ,
why are you doing this? you need to rest…. be with people who love you.
No! I said I am looking for Chris. I have to do this and I don’t know why but I have to.
She probably thought I had lost the plot .
Well you wont’ find him cleaning a junk drawer
she said, more than a little annoyed I think and worried about her child me!
I finally threw all that needed to be disposed of into the fire, tidied the desk and watched as the flames died down. My mum called again
“Are you feeling any better , should I come over and make you something, Loraine, Chris would not want you making yourself ill”
As she carried on speaking I noticed caught under the side of the couch and up turned envelope, one of the many that had been relegated to the fire, that I had missed. I picked up the envelope to throw it into the dying flames when I realized there was something in it I turned it over and on the front it had Chris CIA in his writing. My mum was still talking but I wasn’t really listening. I didn’t recall seeing this before , but I gingerly opened the envelope, inside were slides a just three. I told mum I would call her back, ran to the den and found the little portable slide holder.
And there they were. I HAD seen the photos before BUT not as slides or in an envelope. As Chris walked across the stage at Clevland Institute of Art the day of his graduation and when he was most happy, receiving his BFA.
The students had to express themselves visually that day as to who they were , what was important to them and this was done on a huge screen behind them in sequence. These were the slides that had been used…I never knew they existed before that day or after.
What was most important to my son :
I cried, again, but this was a different sort of tears – they relieved. Whether by accident or design I didn’t know but I had received a gift from my son once again on a Christmas Day .... to be continued
Entry filed under: Beyond the Vale BK 2, Chris Ritchey, Christmas, death, grief, Love, NO LIMITS the book, Third, Uncategorized. Tags: Bk 2 beyond the vale, Chris Ritchey, Christopher D. Ritchey, christopher ritchey lorain, death, death and beyond, life after death, Lombardi-Lorain, Love, mothers and sons.
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1. Ely Shemer | April 3, 2023 at 1:30 pm
Loved it.
This is what I think of it
Thank you for sharing such a touching and heartfelt story. It is beautiful to see how you have found new traditions to honor Chris and keep his memory alive.
Thanks, Ely
2. Dave | April 4, 2023 at 8:54 pm
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