Oddly enough, it's when I think about the day that my Mom died that I sometimes feel the most alive.
It's when I remember how sweetly my youngest brother made sure that my Mom was covered up with her blanket, her pillow adjusted just right and the way that he twirled her hair between his fingers(something he has done since he was so little) that I am reminded how precious life is and that memories will last a lifetime, make good ones.
It's when I remember how gentle and caring my second oldest brother was the way he read Mom's text messages to her as they came in. It's when I remember the compassion, gentleness and kindness in his voice that I am reminded how the little things really are the most important things.
It's when I remember the look of pure pain and sadness in my oldest brothers face as we realized the time for Mom to go home was quickly approaching us that I am reminded that the hurt we all felt at that moment and every moment after that is a representation of how much we loved her and always will.
People often ask how we are doing... while I could give a novel-length, detailed answer to this question, the truth is, I just miss my Mom. A lot.
Through my Mom's death, I am learning to appreciate life on a whole new level.
You know the drill, go hug your Mom now.
Love,
Deb's very proud daughter
Oh Darcy, your words are as powerful as your mom's were! Today I saw the Boobbump site I had bookmarked when your mom first started this blog, and I just had to open it. I am so glad to find that you have written here. Somehow, putting our thoughts into words helps the healing process. I miss MY mother still, and I lost her to cancer over 2 years ago. Though it's hard, I try to focus on the good times; her smile, her laugh, the lessons she taught me, and the love that we shared. Our moms will never really be gone because they live in our hearts forever. Remember the good times - there were so many with your mom. What a terrific lady she was - her spirit lives on inside us all!
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