Today is my mom’s 67th birthday. I might as well introduce you to her since I plan to write about her here and there. Her name calms my nerves and smooths my rough edges. Any redeeming qualities I might have I owe to her. The very least I can do is honor her in my written words.
Even though she is one of my favorite people, I hesitate to bring her up too early in my blog writings because I don’t want readers to shy away from this heavy topic. But the events that surrounded her last days are a big part of my life, and not entirely a bad part.
A Loved One Lost
I lost my mom to breast cancer in 2006, just after she turned 55 years old and I was 31. Now don’t get me wrong, I definitely consider this the lowest point in my life thus far. Her death, the culmination. The years leading up to it and following it, equally as hard.
But I don’t remember the time surrounding and including my mom’s death as entirely bad because of all the warmth and beauty that shone through during those dark days, mostly from people that God sent to be a strong support when we weren’t so strong.
So much experienced. So much suffered. So much lost. So much cried over. So much appreciated. So much loved. So much was amazing. So much learned.
And there is so much to write about. Not only about the experience of losing a beloved mother and friend, but also about all that ripples out from that loss- good and bad.
So I hope to share my observations from losing one so dear to me, and I hope that it will help some of you who might be struggling with loss. This blog topic won’t necessarily come in chronological, one-after-the-other posts, but will be scattered randomly among other posts covering the topics I love.
Thank you for joining me on this journey.
