Hi there,
I just posted a reply to someone about this, but I am starting a new thread because I really, really need some encouragement right now. My mom died last week and I've lost a mother's brand of love. It's as if the person who I knew would love me NO MATTER WHAT is gone. I know my husband loves me. I know my son loves and needs me, but it's not the same. I loved my mom very, very much and I'm glad that she's at peace now. She suffered a lot the last couple of years...heart disease, heart surgery, renal failure, dialysis 3 days a week and finally the amputation surgery that she died hours after. I was with her when she went. I hummed to her, kissed her hand, rubbed her belly that I was conceived and grew in and told her that I and her grandson loved her. She went very peacefully...just fell asleep. But, part of me is selfish and wishes that I could just have one more day with her. Part of me does not want to let go of my Mommy. I am grateful that she was able to meet her grandson (he is 14 months old) and that I was able to appreciate my mother this last year with a new perspective. It was only after I had my son and loved him so much that I began to fathom how much my Mommy cared for me. I am in so much pain and I'm so afraid that I'm just going to start wailing in an inextinguishable expression of grief. I'm trying to hold it together here at work and at home too for my son's sake. I know that posting here will help.
Love,
Mel.
I just posted a reply to someone about this, but I am starting a new thread because I really, really need some encouragement right now. My mom died last week and I've lost a mother's brand of love. It's as if the person who I knew would love me NO MATTER WHAT is gone. I know my husband loves me. I know my son loves and needs me, but it's not the same. I loved my mom very, very much and I'm glad that she's at peace now. She suffered a lot the last couple of years...heart disease, heart surgery, renal failure, dialysis 3 days a week and finally the amputation surgery that she died hours after. I was with her when she went. I hummed to her, kissed her hand, rubbed her belly that I was conceived and grew in and told her that I and her grandson loved her. She went very peacefully...just fell asleep. But, part of me is selfish and wishes that I could just have one more day with her. Part of me does not want to let go of my Mommy. I am grateful that she was able to meet her grandson (he is 14 months old) and that I was able to appreciate my mother this last year with a new perspective. It was only after I had my son and loved him so much that I began to fathom how much my Mommy cared for me. I am in so much pain and I'm so afraid that I'm just going to start wailing in an inextinguishable expression of grief. I'm trying to hold it together here at work and at home too for my son's sake. I know that posting here will help.
Love,
Mel.












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