I have been wanting to write the last three weeks but if I’m being honest the thought of writing has seemed heavy and has seemed like it would make the world around me more real than I was capable of dealing with.
For those of you only follow me in this corner of the internet I have yet to share this here: three weeks ago my mom died.
She died in her home, the one I grew up in, surrounded by her husband, us three kids and ¾ of her grandkids- one being away at college and a handful of her nieces and nephews. More family came in that night and over the course of the next week or two that lead up to the memorial we had for her last week.
I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about my mom or see the words on a screen but I knew that if I didn’t begin to write something it would get progressively harder to do so.
This morning I opened my journal in church and aggressively wrote out my thoughts on writing before the tears threatened too quickly. I tend to write around what’s going on in my life. I tend to write to work things out, to untangle them, to remind anyone who might be in the same space as me that they aren’t alone.
I can easily say that of all the grief I’ve ever dealt with or felt I’ve never met this monster in my life. I’m doing my best to be kind to myself, to take help, to ask for hugs, to cry- but it’s really, really hard. Even right now as I write this I’m blinking back tears.
My mom commented on everything I wrote. She would make sure to call and tell me she had read things and I usually got a text after I posted a blog that she “loved my ‘she writes on Sundays’”.
I’m sure I will write more. I will write with tears down my face, I will write through anger and now, I am writing out of exhaustion and the desire to put words on a page.
Grief is a lot. More than any human can actually fully grasp.
I miss my mom a lot. It’s still not real that I won’t be able to hug her or call her or have her nag me to go to the doctor.
But here I am, to the best of my ability, moving,
One response to “Beginning notes on grief”
Your Mom was a wonderful Lady I have ever met she would tell me she was no lady put that is not true. me and her we have had lots of years that we talk about things and that only me and her know but I considered her more like a sister then a friend there wasn’t anything we could not talk about I miss her more than anybody will ever know today was a hard day I was going to cook something and I stop because I always asked your mom for help because she was such a wonderful cook I don’t know what I going to do with out her we shared everything from cook to advice about life I feel like I lost two sisters this year because I lost my sister not even year ago now I lost your mom just miss your mom so much love you and if you need to take I will always be there sending my love you