The Time Has Come

It is July. Mom Graduated to Glory back in December; however, we have just worked out all the logistics to have her ashes buried. My husband and I will travel North to join my brother and sister in a small Memorial Service over the weekend. I never would have thought I would be this affected by it. I am not an emotional person normally. However, just telling people why I will be out of town brings tears to my eyes.

I miss Mom.

I miss Daddy.

I guess working out all the logistics just spotlighted the loss – that big cavern that is now part of my life. It is natural that your parents die before you; however, there is no way to prepare yourself for that loss. Each person feels the loss differently and each person reacts to it differently. I have to fight to keep from the downward spiral of depression that could easily swallow me up right now.

There was a pause in writing this; therefore, a week has passed since we buried mom’s ashes. It was hard. I just found it strange that she died seven months ago but it was fresh and raw.

It was wonderful to see my siblings, family and friends. We shared memories and just helped each other through the day. We gathered. We sang. We ate. We laughed. We cried. Mom is still missed, the emptiness is still there but happy memories fill my heart.

LESSON: Let others in. Pain is lessened when many hearts carry it.