About a year ago I started picking one card out of a deck each week and letting it inspire some journal writing:
https://sporkful.blogspot.com/2024/02/2024-new-52.html
While I knew starting out what the different suits would represent (hearts=love, clubs=growth and gardening, diamonds=money and spades=death), the numbers were more variable. It would depend on how things felt when I drew it.
Last Sunday there were only two cards left. The one I drew was the two of spades.
Two has not stood for my parents before, if for no other reason than that they have not been a unit for many years. Last week, it clearly stood for the death of my parents.
It made sense at the time. While Mom's eventual death has been hanging over me for a while, she had a fall the week before and needed to be transported. While she has clear Do Not Resuscitate orders through the POLST registry, there are situations that require decisions. I found myself talking to a doctor about how to best honor those wishes.
Usually it is a comfort to me that she made those decisions when she was able to, and I totally recommend having your parents do that. It was not a source of comfort right then.
(Fortunately the doctor was great. We ended up deciding that they would X-ray her hand but not do an MRI or CAT scan, and that seems to have been fine.)
In addition, while I have been estranged from my father for some time, I do still hear things through other relatives. He was getting more frail and likely to need more care soon.
I had been thinking that maybe I would need to engage with him. Maybe I would have the emotional bandwidth after Mom's death, but I still wasn't looking forward to it.
My reasons for remaining estranged were always that it would take too much out of me without doing him any good, but I had always known that things could change.
I have written about my relationship with my father before, but I don't think I have written that I had in mind to try and finish all the daughter and trauma books (two separate reading lists, both pertinent) by Father's Day. Then if I did need to be in touch with him again, I would be as prepared as possible.
Then I drew the two of spades.
It was not a new thought -- I have had to think of this many times. I wrote about that, and the possibility that he might die before we reconcile, and that I could be okay with that. Not engaging with him still felt like the best thing. Without knowing the future I could only go by what seemed best.
He died Friday.
I was not expecting him to go before Mom. I have put the majority of my death preparation into her.
My primary feeling is relief.
There are some other things that I am not going to get into here, but primarily it is that he will not have to face going into assisted living, which I believe he would have hated.
I don't have a Father's Day deadline anymore for being ready to deal with more trauma. That is kind of a relief.
I would have done it. If it had felt like I could help or he needed it, I would have made it work somehow, but this is easier, and I need all the breaks I can get.
I thought it would be a lot harder to adjust, but that journal session last Sunday really helped. I didn't know how important it was going to be. I had been picking cards for 51 weeks, but it had felt like a good thing to do when I started.
I write a lot about believing that we can get guidance. It may not always be obvious, but it helps.
I think some of the others sessions have been helpful, but this is definitely the most striking.
That is drawing to a close, and other things will come that will be opportunities for review and for growth and for learning what I need to know and do.
I hope you will all find things that work for you.
And if anyone is wondering, the last card is the ten of spades, which seems to indicate massive death and loss, so obviously about the incoming administration. I guess it's good I'm writing about it before the inauguration.
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