I don’t write much these days. In the early years since Mom’s death, it was part of the healing process for me, to write about my grief. Here on the 9-year anniversary of her death, I find myself back to it.
I haven’t stopped grieving, to be clear. I don’t think there is a set amount of time out there that can measure when you’re “over it” from losing someone you love so deeply. In this moment, as I write this, the tears are flowing, and I just want my mom so bad! I am taken back to that morning; Dean was with her in the room when she breathed her last. Chris and I were sleeping down the hall. I wish I had been in the room. I hurt that I wasn’t, but I know God must have been protecting my sister and I in that moment.
So, this morning, I sit and consider my life over the last nine years, without my mom in it. She was my best friend, closest confidant. She got me. I could tell her anything and it stayed with her. She advised me lovingly and more importantly; she made me laugh. She taught me to not think too highly of myself and when I was getting close, she gently brought me to reality. She read her bible every day. She lost a child, my sister Cathy, when she was only 10 years old (I was 8) and she kept her sobriety. She was sober for 45 years when she passed.
Cherry Blossoms always take me to the moment in time of Mom’s last days. They were everywhere in the parking lot at Saint Pete’s.
They make me sad, even though they’re so beautiful. I’m getting choked up as I look at them.
I love this picture of Mom and I long before she got sick. We had a lot of fun and were usually up to a lot of mischief. We had a special bond.
I think in the years that mom walked on the earth, I was much more lighthearted. The right people can affect you that way. I think I’m way too serious these days. I want to find myself again. I owe that to my family that is still here with me. I think now about when mom lost my sister, Cathy, she carried on. She didn’t have a choice. I can’t even imagine the pain of losing a child. Mom somehow found herself again and was there 100% for Chris and me. She had her joy, she brought us joy, she loved us, she loved my dad.
I can’t help but think, as I write this, that her daily devotions were a huge part of her recovery, from grief, and from alcohol, and from the messes in this world.
My own devotional life can use some serious improvement. I am going to take my mom’s lead here.
I have learned that, in the years since she passed, my sister and I were really blessed to have such a great mom. Many of my friends were not as fortunate, and that saddens my heart.
I hope my own kids think favorably of me like I did about my mom, but I doubt it. I’m not but she is the type of person I strive to be.
Phil 1:6: And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue His work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.
Dear Jesus, please tell mom that I miss her.