Its almost 4 months since we lost my Mum, and my world didn’t stop. The downside, my little old dog died 3 weeks ago and I’m missing the mutt like crazy. And although I feel like the Grim Reaper is stalking me, stealing everything I love (I know, melodramatic, right) I understand it is the cycle of life.
We all lose people and pets that we love dearly, and, for the most part we survive and come out the other side slightly damaged but stronger.
My mums death has made my dad and I even closer than ever, we’re in touch everyday, and I phone him roughly every 2 weeks. I think a lot of the sadness I do feel with regards to my mum, is actually for my dad, for what he has lost and how drastically his life has changed. And I’m thankful that he knows he can tell me how much he’s missing her, that he can talk to me about her.
And that’s an important thing. Too many people avoid the subject when you’ve just lost a loved one. Don’t avoid it, tell the person something you remember, that you’re there if they need a shoulder to cry on or just be there and say nothing, let them cry or talk, it’ll do them good. They really just need their loss acknowledged and that it’s ok for them to still get teary-eyed, even months or years after. (My younger 2 sons still feel the loss of their father 18 years later)
To all those who have loved, and gone through the pain of loss, go cry, have a pity party, you’re allowed too. You had a what was a great love, which is now gone but not forgotten. The love is still there.
And to my mum I say, “What the hell woman, you said you’d live forever” and you will, forever in our hearts and memories.