Life is full of firsts. First date. First kiss. First love. First fight. First child. First. First. First. First Mother’s Day without a mother. Except it is not. Not any longer. That was more than three years ago that I put those words on paper, not even believing them myself. So, it is not the first. But, it will always be.
Losing your mother is such a profound kind of loss.
It is not all about buying. In fact, for me, it never has been. Mother’s Day comes with a torrent of emotions that swirl around inside me like the perfect storm. It is the merger of sweet memories and regrets. My sweet, beautiful mother is gone from this world; she is no more - she soared from this earth, high into the heavens and I sit here and cling to my memories.
I have forced myself to not give in to this, but. instead, do something for somebody else, it does make you feel better. The first year, I brought this sweet lady in assisted living some flowers and took her to lunch downtown. Win-win. I spent time with a mother, not my own, but, no kids in attendance, so we both won. This year, this cannot happen as we are still under house arrest, so to speak.
Holidays are always special in my house, but, I must say though, people(myself included) attach more importance and worth on those special days when in reality, every day there is someone out there grieving, and it is a hard day. By the time the actual holiday arrives, the worst is over. But, lest you think I have sunk into a pit of depression, I assure you I am fine.
I want to wish everyone a Happy Mother’s Day. May your day be filled with sunshine and happiness. Much love to you on this day and those that follow.
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And just like that, my post is done. Until next time! As always, I want to thank you for taking the time to stop by for a chat and a read!! Have a most fabulous day!
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they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire