I miss my mom so much. Today is my sister's birthday. I don't know if that has anything to do with it but I miss her so badly I feel sick. She lived to be 97, and not many people get to have their mom that long but she could've lived to be 197 and I'd never be ready to say goodbye.
I Iooked after my folks for 16 years and mom only the last four or so. Sometimes I think I hear her calling me or I dream it. I start to get up to go see what she needs but then I remember she's gone. It's tough.
The last few months she was alive, every time I talked to her she'd say that we were going to be separated for a while but it'd only be temporary, and one day we'll be together again for all of eternity. I wish I could call her and hear her say that one more time, and tell her I love her.
The thing about grief is that I've always wished I handled it better, but I know there can't be grief unless there was an equal measure of love, so I try to embrace it. I love my mom and dad and that should be evident. I looked after them for a while, and nobody can take that away from me. I miss you mom.
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