The days leading up to where we find ourselves I honestly felt strong, for the most part. I didn’t feel I was going to fall apart when it arrived. I didn’t anticipate the tears streaming down my face the moment I read the caption on the sweet snapchat I received on my morning walk. Those tears needed to flow, they really did. It’s okay and I’m grateful my dear friend touched base with me.
The back and forth moments of whether I should post on social media to recognize she isn’t forgotten. If I do is that me not moving forward? Will others feel obligated to acknowledge the loss of my mother, even though I don’t expect it? Am I opening pain for my siblings and her grandchildren?
That’s why you find me writing on my blog.
Grief is a thing that is sometimes hard to grasp and even harder to control. It will smack you in the face or makes a suttle appearance, depending on it’s plan.
Words are not coming easily for me. So here.
I miss my Mom.
I had a pretty good day since I spent it with four of my favorite people in the whole wide world. FAMILY. Mom would have liked that. She always loved her family together.
I’m heading to work on a quilt and have some quiet time alone. I’ll think of her I’m sure. Not only today but tomorrow and the next day and so forth. I just have to keep moving forward. Through the grief and through life. Better to have loved than not have loved at all.
Until next time,