Today is a poignant day in my life. It marks the second year of the day my mother died. It’s hard to be funny today, something almost disrespectful in trying to be amusing.
I know many of you have lost your mothers, or your fathers, or both. Some of you may have even lost them when you were young. I know I am fortunate in that I had my mother until I was 54 years old.
It is a thing of nature, to always remain a child in your heart when you think of your mother. As an adult, you are strong, you are smart, you are brave, but just the slightest thought about your parent, and you are at once a child.
I feel like I have lost a piece of me, something that I shall never get back. There is no religious belief, no words or actions that can make me feel any differently. She has gone.
I see her face, I can hear her voice, smell her perfume. And, as I age, I see her again in my reflection in the mirror.
She taught me lessons, she taught me respect, she taught me to survive and she gave me the gift of life. When Alzheimer’s robbed her of so many things, it never took her smile.
My solace is that she would never wish to be forgotten, and as long as I breathe she will be remembered.
So it is for many of us who have said goodbye to our mothers.
For those of you who still have yours…….cherish them, for you do not realize how you will feel when they are gone, and by then it is too late.
I love you mum
xx