The pain of loosing your mother cant be expressed
My MOM died a year and 2 months ago I’M NOT OKAY I want to DIE just to SEE if I will see her again … My best friend is gone we spent every day with each other . I have NOTHING to LOOK forward to anymore except hoping I see her again
It was a chilly morning in August and my phone kept buzzing in my pocket with news I wish I could change. I was sitting in the parking lot with one of my friends, talking, before we had to go to work. I grabbed my phone to figure out why it was going crazy. It was my mother: “Terrie is not doing very well; I wanted you to know. I am sorry; She’s nearing the end.” I broke down into tears while my friend witnessed it. On the morning my mom died, I came home from the hospital with my dad and my grandparents and my aunt and my uncle. I sat on the couch, eating a yogurt, becoming more and more agitated, feeling like the only thing that might possibly help would be if I could crawl out of my own skin. The only thing anyone could think to do with me was send me to school, for Student Leader Training, which had been the day’s original plan — the one written in on the calendar my mom kept, before August 28th became the Day She Died. I sat there, in the training, wide-eyed, staring into space. The facts of the day marched back and forth in my brain. It seemed impossible that I still seemed to exist, despite the fact that the thing I had dreaded most my entire life had finally happened. Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before. I was sixteen when my mother died. I was a baby when she was diagnosed with cancer the first time. Five when she was diagnosed the second time. Seven, the third. Then eleven, when my dad picked me up at softball practice to let me know that my mother’s bone marrow transplant hadn’t worked, and the cancer was back, forever associating the clank of aluminum bats with bad news. Then thirteen, when I got off the bus and could tell just by looking at my dad’s face. The recurrences and diagnoses blend together after that. There was more chemo, another transplant. My mother died with the white blood cells of an anonymous German man — her third set. I went to a training at the hospital in my first year of college. People swapped hospital stories while we waited to go inside. Broken wrists. Appendicitis. Kidney stones. I realized the last time I was inside a hospital was the day my mother died, nearly four years earlier. Not a week passes that I don’t meet someone who tells me they have read about my Mother. The warmth this provides my heart is indescribable and knowing that so many of you have spent time thinking of her releases a flood emotions that overshadows my inability to properly describe.
The Unimaginable Heartbreak of Losing Your Mom
4 days after my Mother took her last breath she appeared in the auditorium of Windham High School as I was delivering a motivational speech to students. While pontificating about the purpose of pain and the value of loss, my Mother cheered me on and laughed at every joke.
The Day I Lost My Mother - Teen Ink
I haven't felt the stiff and partially removed hug of my Mother’s confused and wilting body for more than 90-days but just last week I felt her burn inside me as I shared a story of hope with an inmate who I was helping with job interview skills. The cliche’ nature of our new relationship has been torn from the script of a Hallmark Movie with the only thing missing being a happy ending.
My Mother Died When I Was 7. Im Grieving 37 Years Later.
My Mother. My Dad died when I was sixteen. That was a great loss. But my mom filled the slack and became my Hero . Family was every thing to her. I just looked at several photos of her at New Years 2007 and Easter 2007. She looks happy, healthy, and glad to be alive. Two weeks ago, we found out my mom had lung cancer. She died last night. I miss her, I love her, I grieve for her. It is difficult to know how I will ever go on with out her loving presence. I am angry at God for not at least giving her 2 months to meed her great grandchild. I am in soooo much pain right now. Thank you for letting me express what is going on in my heart.
When my mother died, I was that lost little girl
Losing a loved one is an experience that no one can truly prepare for. It is a devastating event that leaves a void in one's heart that can never be filled. The pain of losing my mother is something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Her death was unexpected and sudden, leaving me and my family in a state of shock and disbelief.
Grief Quotes About the Loss of a Mother
My Mother first brushed death with the unforgettable phone call she made to tell me of her new affliction. She died again when I had to take her purse and count the change for her at a local garage sale. Again she passed a little when we slowly pushed her wheelchair into her first nursing home with the false hopes of her ever returning to her home, her cluttered craft room full of nearly completed projects, and loyal loving husband.