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Its been 4 months since my mom passed away (Jan 22) and I would like to say that its getting easier, but actually for me it seems to be getting harder. I think the whole shock and trauma that cancer puts you through has you on some weird adrenaline rush for a while and you are just in coping mode, but later when the dust starts to settle reality begins to kick in, which is where I am at right now. I saw my beautiful 55 year old mother in such a horrible state (bedridden, unable to eat, unable to talk) that I was almost at peace with her going to be with the Lord for a minute b/c I knew that meant her suffering would end. I knew all along the heartache for me would be enormous, but I didn't care, I just wanted her out of that horrific pain. The adrenaline has worn off now from the whole cancer nightmare and I sit here mother-less. Not only did I lose my mother on Jan 22, I lost my best friend and the one person I could always count on or turn to no matter what. My Dad has never played a big role in my life. He left my mom when I was in my teens for another woman and became engrossed in her family and we didn't speak for years. My mom, however; was always there for me through thick and thin, good times and bad. We had a special kind of bond something I wish every mother and daughter could share. Sadly, I am so sick of people telling me to cherish the memories. Duh! I do, but its not the same as having here I want to scream! I created a blog for my mom and I now write to her everytime I want to talk to her. I know it sounds crazy, but I needed someway to release my feelings. Here is the letter I wrote to her today. Some of you at the same stage of grief might be able to relate. Trying to figure out why has been the hardest hurdle for me. I love the Lord and trust him no matter what, but I just can't figure out why?! Here's my letter to my mom:
Dear Mom,
How sad is it when I frantically look through my Bible to see if I can find where you wrote, a trace of your pen or something tangible I can touch or hold onto that you touched. How did this happen? How did we get seperated? It still seems so surreal. I mean you and I were best friends and talked to each other every day. This wasn't the way things were supposed to end with me talking about you in past tense (which I refuse to do by the way despite the weird looks) you are not past tense, you are mom, you are my mom and you are fine. You were here not to long ago and this is just not right. I am angry at this fate and the way things have turned out. I am just really really mad at the injustice and I can't get past the why's. Why you? Why take my one safety net in the whole world from me?? God knew you were the one person I always had to count on unconditionally and how close you and I were. Other people have huge support systems, I only had you, so lets just take you from me to top it all of and then I am left empty and alone. I know this isn't about me and all of this sounds selfish, but I can't lie that these are the thoughts that run through my mind. I do not understand why you! Why not take a killer before they hurt someone or some other mean person that doesn't deserve to live. Why take some sweet mother whose kids and grandchildren really need her? Its not like we are lucky in other areas either. We aren't rich, we never win anything, but we had you and that was the biggest prize of all and now you are gone. Go figure. I go back to the bible verse you inscribed in the Bible you bought for me...Proverbs 3 5-6...Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understandings, but in all your ways acknowlege him and he will make your path straight. Ok, so I try to remind myself of this, but it doesn't stop the why's from welling up in my heart and making me sad and mad. I hope you and God will forgive me for this. I love you!
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