A BiG SALUTE TO MY MOM...
A month ago, my mother died... (20/11/2018)
The feeling of loss is unbearably intense...
She suffered hugely with her illness, and you'd think that would make it easier, knowing that her pain has ended. But it doesn't...
Know that you are missed more than words could ever say, Mom. I’ve felt your absence every day of my life since you were stolen from me. I fell into a never-ending well of agony after you died. I dwelled there for years. Depression ran in my veins alongside my blood. The blood became rough and scraped up my heart. I could never forget you. A part of me is still lost and I’m wondering if I will ever get it back. Maybe that piece is in heaven with you and someday you can put it back in me and I will be whole again.
I learned how to be a mom from you. You were a fantastic mom. I know not everyone can say that about their mothers. I was lucky to have you. Mom, you were fantastic, awesome, loving, creative, giving, and kind.
Now that I am an adult I understand how great you were. I learned to give to others and be generous by watching you.
The loss of you made me strong. I became an independent young woman who wanted to do it all on her own. I love that I became strong, but I hate that I had to lose you to do it.
I hope and pray my children become strong. I hope and pray they don’t have to lose me to become that way. I will mold them. Give them tasks to make them strong. I don’t want to leave them to strengthen them.
There must be another way. I will find it...
On my last visit to her, a couple of weeks ago, my mum had rallied a bit, and I hired a cab for Gurudwara Manji Sahib in Ludhiana , a place we'd loved as a family when we were kids, and had always carried on visiting...
The feeling of loss is unbearably intense...
She suffered hugely with her illness, and you'd think that would make it easier, knowing that her pain has ended. But it doesn't...
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| BIG SALUTE TO YOU MOM |
Know that you are missed more than words could ever say, Mom. I’ve felt your absence every day of my life since you were stolen from me. I fell into a never-ending well of agony after you died. I dwelled there for years. Depression ran in my veins alongside my blood. The blood became rough and scraped up my heart. I could never forget you. A part of me is still lost and I’m wondering if I will ever get it back. Maybe that piece is in heaven with you and someday you can put it back in me and I will be whole again.
I learned how to be a mom from you. You were a fantastic mom. I know not everyone can say that about their mothers. I was lucky to have you. Mom, you were fantastic, awesome, loving, creative, giving, and kind.
Now that I am an adult I understand how great you were. I learned to give to others and be generous by watching you.
The loss of you made me strong. I became an independent young woman who wanted to do it all on her own. I love that I became strong, but I hate that I had to lose you to do it.
I hope and pray my children become strong. I hope and pray they don’t have to lose me to become that way. I will mold them. Give them tasks to make them strong. I don’t want to leave them to strengthen them.
There must be another way. I will find it...
On my last visit to her, a couple of weeks ago, my mum had rallied a bit, and I hired a cab for Gurudwara Manji Sahib in Ludhiana , a place we'd loved as a family when we were kids, and had always carried on visiting...
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