I miss my mom so damn bad.
She passed away June 4th this year from smell cell stage 4 lung cancer. She was diagnosed two a week after her birthday, and a few weeks before I was due to be induced.
I am thankful she got to come to the hospital and meet my baby boy. I am thankful to of finally given her a grandchild from me. (She had 4 others from my other siblings, but none from me yet) I am thankful she got to see me finally be in a happy, loving relationship.
She got to spend 3.5 months with my baby boy before she passed away.
The grief just hits me at such random times like a bag of bricks to the chest and it leaves me feeling breathless.
I think about all of the what-ifs, and the things we never got to do. I think about all the times I was a dick to her or came off bitchy when I didn’t mean to.
I know that she knew how much I loved and adored her, I just wish I had been better at expressing my feelings to her when she was alive. I’ve never been great at verbally expressing myself. I know I came across as disinterested a lot growing up, but I felt we had a connection where she knew I wasn’t really.
I remember going into her room we a kid to watch reality tv with her, and being there to support her when one of my older siblings ran away with a boy. (I was maybe 8 at the time and my sibling was 17) I remember my mom screaming outside begging for her to hear her and come back, and 8 year old me walking outside to comfort her and guide her inside.
My sister of course came back a few days later. Their relationship grew very very much over the years.
My mom really wanted to see my brother before she passed away, but he had gotten himself in jail (again). My brother and I are far from close, but I wish she could have seen her son one more time before passing.
She always did so much for him too.
As a child his ADHD was so bad school refused to let him attend unless my mom went to school with him every day, and she did. She always reminded him to do what he needed to do to not land in jail again. Even when her memory started to deflate some she’d always remember to remind him to do what he needed to do. (He did not in fact do what he needed to do)
My parents were married nearly 40 years, and truly were together through sickness and health, till death did them part.
Seeing my dad on his own has been heart wrenching.
But my sister and her family moved in with him to help cut his living costs and help tend to the yard and housework for him, which I am thankful for.
My mom is gone, but the ones she loves will always stick together and make sure dad has everyone and everything he needs. Dad is still pretty independent, he’s only 65 after all he’s still young! (Mom was 65 too, but us women apparently don’t live long in our family)
My mom is watching us work as a team, watching us from above learn to pick up pieces and figure out how to be like her. She was a true saint, and one day I will be like her.