Briarbabe
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Valentine's Day marked two years with my mom gone. It's odd. I didn't spend a whole lot of time thinking about her on Sunday, but lordy she's been stomping around the attic for weeks now. I told her if she was going to be on my mind so frequently she needed to settle down up there. I was a wreck the week leading up to the anniversary. Again, my Andy helped me through it. I was doing a lot of reflecting and reading blog posts from around the time that she died. It was painful, but therapeutic. It really was the darkest hour of my life. There was so much going on, all really difficult. It was wonderful to have you gents to talk to through it all. Especially you, Fatman, you were great letting me bend your ear and making me smile. These days things are better for me and my kiddos and I'm grateful.
There were some promises made to my mom on her death bed by members of my family that have not been kept. I could be angry and hurt but I have chosen to see the big picture and that is that sometimes for people to move on they have to let go. Well, apparently that means letting go of me and my kiddos and that's okay. My two boys are young enough to forget and my daughter understands, she's still hurt, but she understands. You get ditched by your 'family' enough times you learn not to take it so hard and you make your own family.
So life goes on without mom, as it should. I am not a spiritual person. I do not believe in an afterlife, I believe my mother is gone. She is remembered by those that love her and that is enough for me.
There were some promises made to my mom on her death bed by members of my family that have not been kept. I could be angry and hurt but I have chosen to see the big picture and that is that sometimes for people to move on they have to let go. Well, apparently that means letting go of me and my kiddos and that's okay. My two boys are young enough to forget and my daughter understands, she's still hurt, but she understands. You get ditched by your 'family' enough times you learn not to take it so hard and you make your own family.
So life goes on without mom, as it should. I am not a spiritual person. I do not believe in an afterlife, I believe my mother is gone. She is remembered by those that love her and that is enough for me.