The reason I am writing this…is more of a selfish reason. I have kept some things private lately because there was no positive spin…it just sucks all around so there was no point in talking about it
May 9th 2016, I got a call that changed my world. It was my father, letting me know my Mom had passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. Only 64 years old and the day after Mother’s Day (although we are pretty sure it happened on Mother’s Day)
For anyone that has lost a parent, you know the roller coaster of a ride it is…and for those who haven’t gone through it…it is torture.
I never talked about it because then I would be admitting that it is real…and it is not just a bad dream. It has been just over 3 months and my sisters have kept me strong and together we figure it all out. There are days that we can laugh and smile and remember her. There are also the other days….when you wake up and just the thought of living without her, paralyzes you.
The reason I said this was selfish, because it is about me and my feelings…but I also hope that I can connect with others that have felt similar.
My Mom was a beautiful person who was strong and didn’t always get credit for how great she was. There is a lot of personal battles that we have to deal with when we lose a loved one. One of the last conversations I had with Mom (via email), was her consoling me. My Grandma passed away December 2015 and I wasn’t handling it well. “Remember the good times” “She knew you loved her” …words she spoke of my Grandma but now ring true for my Mom.
The reason I am sharing this now…I don’t really know. Maybe it’s the rainy days or just an emotional one…but if you’re reading this…then you have been a part of my life. Whether you have listened to the show, or read my blogs or are my friends…it was just time to share.
My Mom was the best….IS the best. She listened to me cry…she endured the teenage years (for 3 girls) and still gave us so much love. She would have done anything for her daughters. Loss and grief is a harsh part of life—but it is life. I may not be the same person I was May 8th, but I do hope I become a stronger version of myself.
I love you, Mom