As the holidays approach I feel the lingering doom hanging around maybe even an anxiety of what is to come without my mother. For me every day is hard. My dad was recently talking about having patience to heal. Maybe I am my fathers daughter because I am always hearing how other people get over the loss of a parent so easily and here I am struggling so maybe I'm weak or as my dad says inpatient in healing. I know part of me does not want to heal because then I am accepting my beautiful mother is no longer here. No longer here to encourage me, to love my children, to rub their backs as they fall asleep, to pray for me, to love my dad, or to have Thanksgiving & Christmas together. Instead of having the family over to my house and making a huge Thanksgiving meal this year we are driving to Ohio to place my mothers headstone on her grave. Those words should not be in the same sentence with my mom. My mother died way too young. Its is not fair or right to have her gone. Words like she is in a better place does not sooth my spirit. Her place is here with her grandkids. This year she became a grandma to a new grandson JonPierre & 3 of her grandkids will be graduating from High School. One grandson will be leaving for the Army after graduation, one headed of to college to study law, and one becomes a mother. Why is my mom not her to see how wonderful her grandchildren are developing into adults? To be here and cuddle with the new baby she was soooo excited to see....and then missed. I wish I could bottle her excited over my pregnancy with JonPierre.
I do enjoy listening to a song by Matthew West, Save A Place For Me. It seems to say what I am feeling. I just can not express how wonderful my mom was to me and everyone she meet. Days where I feel I need her most, I find I wonder what would she have done for me to make me feel better. Truthfully it would be...be a mom. She could not come here and physically help me but she would listen to me, encourage me, pray for me, and love me unconditionally. I would feel her hug through the phone. Soft and surrounding with love describes her hugs best. Last year my mother was not able to come Thanksgiving or Christmas because she was sick. I feel guilty for this because I insisted she stay home to get better. I hope she forgives me. If I had known........