Inevitably every year this day comes around. And I think about how dramatically my life was altered. I don't think I have ever blogged about it before but I feel the need to put my feelings down to paper (or so to speak).
23 years ago today at about this time my mother died. Yes, while that might seem a little morbid I actually look back on the wonderful things that we did together. The lessons she taught me. The love that she had for me and I smile with wonder at the definition of unconditional love. Being a mother myself I can fully understand this. As, I feel the same way about my son. Who is so much like me it's a little scary. However, other than in looks I wasn't a whole lot like my mother. I definitely exhibit my father's demeanor, sarcasm about life and giving nature. I can only describe this woman as a ROCK. She was more than just my rock. She touched so many lives, in a positive way. She will forever be missed.
But it is definitely on this day now that I can say with such joy I am glad she was my mother and that I was able to spend as much time as I did with her. There are people who never know either of their parents. I think that both of mine were taken away 23 years ago but the fact that I had them for 18 to help guide me to be the adult I am today was a blessing. We forget to often in tragedy that there is a reason and a purpose for EVERYTHING. If we were the authors of our fate we would have failed miserably by the age of 13. (Puberty can be a Bitch)
So, I say this to everyone out there that has lost a loved one. Who is grieving, that it never stops hurting and you absolutely never forget them but you will learn to appreciate the beautiful time and lessons they taught you which makes life just a little bit better. Occasionally you will even smile when you mind comes to them.
Until Later
Shaunda
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