I believed visiting Dad\u2019s grave would help me make peace with the past, but finding a photo of myself on a nearby tombstone sent chills down my spine. Little did I know that this unsettling discovery would lead me to a life-altering truth about my mother.It\u2019s been two years since I lost my father to cancer\u2014two years, four days, and what feels like a lifetime of sorrow. I vividly recall the day we learned about his stage IV lung cancer. It was as if the world came to a halt, trapping us in a nightmare from which there was no escape. Although the doctors immediately started treatment, deep down, we all sensed the battle was lost. Dad fought valiantly, but in the end, cancer prevailed. The news of his passing reached me through a phone call from Mom while I was at home in the city. Her voice, usually so strong, cracked as she broke the news. \u201cPenny\u2026 he\u2019s gone.\u201d The memory of that moment is a blur of tears and frantic packing.\n
My husband, Andrew, drove us to Mom\u2019s house, and I kept expecting Dad to walk out the front door with open arms. But that never happened.At the funeral, I felt completely disconnected, as if watching myself from afar while weeping as the casket was lowered into the ground. It was as though a part of me was buried alongside him. People say time heals all wounds, but the pain of losing my father remains fresh. Two years later, it still feels like I received that dreadful call from Mom just yesterday. In the beginning, I could hardly function. Every night, I cried myself to sleep, replaying memories of Dad in my head\u2014teaching me to ride a bike, sneaking me an extra scoop of ice cream, beaming with pride at my college graduation. The grief was so overwhelming that I began questioning everything. Why did this happen to us? Was I cursed to be the unluckiest person alive? I couldn\u2019t bear to return to our hometown; every familiar face and street corner reminded me of Dad. I threw myself into work, trying to drown out the sorrow with spreadsheets and meetings. Mom started visiting me instead, and I was relieved to avoid the painful memories.\n
But recently, guilt began to gnaw at me. I knew I needed to go back and confront the memories I\u2019d been avoiding. Last week, Andrew and I made the drive home, my anxiety growing as familiar landmarks came into view.We visited the cemetery first. Each step toward Dad\u2019s grave felt heavier than the last. When I finally reached it, my knees gave out. I sat there, tracing his name on the cold stone as tears streamed down my face. Lost in memories and regrets, I was jolted back to reality by Andrew\u2019s gentle touch. \u201cPenny, look over there,\u201d he said softly. I turned to see another headstone a few yards away, and my heart froze. On it was my name: Forever in Our Hearts, Penelope. The photo showed me as a little girl, smiling as if I had the world figured out. I stared at the headstone, unable to comprehend what I was seeing.\n
This was no nightmare\u2014I was wide awake, and this grave was real. Shaking, I called Mom. She answered on the first ring. \u201cMom, I\u2019m at the cemetery, and there\u2019s\u2026 there\u2019s a grave with my name on it. What\u2019s going on?\u201dAfter a pause, Mom\u2019s eerily calm voice replied, \u201cI didn\u2019t think you\u2019d ever come back to see it.\u201d \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I asked, confusion mounting. \u201cAfter your father passed, I felt like I\u2019d lost both of you. You stopped visiting, stopped calling\u2026 I needed something to mourn.\u201d She paused before continuing, \u201cSo, I bought the plot next to your father\u2019s and had the headstone made. It was the only way I could cope.\u201d I was torn between anger and heartbreak. But something didn\u2019t add up. Why hadn\u2019t she mentioned this during her visits? Why pretend everything was normal? Then, it hit me\u2014her frequent visits, her constant worry about my health, her insistence that I move back home. She wasn\u2019t just grieving; she was preparing for something else. A chill ran down my spine as I recalled the pills she\u2019d given me last year. Could she have been trying to\u2026?I needed answers. \u201cMom, I\u2019ll be over soon,\u201d I said, hanging up before she could respond. As we drove to her house, I realized the streets that once held fond memories now filled me with dread. When we arrived, Mom greeted me with a smile, as if she had been expecting us. Inside, the house was just as I remembered, except for one thing: a small shrine with my photo, candles, and fresh flowers.\n
My stomach churned. \u201cMom, this has to stop,\u201d I said, my voice shaking. \u201cWhy did you do this?\u201d \u201cI couldn\u2019t let you leave me like your father did,\u201d she replied. \u201cI needed to keep you close. This was the only way I knew how.\u201d It was clear this wasn\u2019t just grief\u2014it was an obsession. I knew she wouldn\u2019t let me live my life if I didn\u2019t intervene. I suggested she move closer to us so we could see each other daily. She hesitated but eventually agreed. A week later, we watched as the cemetery workers removed the headstone bearing my name, and I helped Mom dismantle the shrine in her living room.The transition hasn\u2019t been easy, but I\u2019m grateful I visited Dad\u2019s grave that day. It allowed me to uncover the strange world Mom had been living in, and now, for the first time in years, it feels like we\u2019re moving in the right direction. Dad\u2019s memory will always be with us, but it\u2019s more of a source of strength than pain now.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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