April 7th came and went. Your white hands, adorned by your many rings and perfect nails, help move the world with God, instead of stroke my back after a long day. Your warm touch no longer puts my stray curls back in place. Your love shines through the sun now, not your body or words or actions. I see you in little glimpses, mini moments. I see you when I crank out a story in five minutes, or when a brilliant idea comes to mind. Your sweet voice is no longer behind every phone call I receive.
Your smile no longer behind my jokes. My Facebook notifications are no longer from you liking every picture. Things are different. They have been for almost a month now. They have been since you passed. Sometimes reality is hard to accept. The warmth of your body will no longer be my comfort, your loving hands that molded me will no longer wash my laundry, pray over me, console me. Reality is a reality that I never thought would occur. Days go, nights come. You fought, you battled, you used all your strength and were a worthy opponent.
Your baby. Such a beautifully written letter to your Mum, full of such poignant love. I know where you are at the moment.
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My Mum passed 4 months ago. I have not had to deal with her birthday yet, but it is fast approaching. It looms before me and I struggle to see how I will cope. But I know I will. I am strong, as are you. We are the strong women our Mothers raised, and we will live life to the full for them. We will do them proud xx. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time.
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Letters to You
A drizzly evening last April found me at my computer, writing my annual letter to my mother, as has been my tradition for the past decade on the anniversary of her death. As the sky darkened, I felt mild panic rising in my throat. This was a self-imposed deadline, but one I felt bound to meet — and I did. With carefully chosen words and tightly constructed paragraphs, I imagined that I could capture the messy emotions and hold them at bay, at least until the following year.
It might lie dormant for a time, only to spill out at the most inopportune moments, alarming the world with its rawness. My file folder of painstakingly crafted essays has grown steadily, yet it has failed to contain or diminish the sadness, which only reinvents itself over time. There are the weekend afternoons when, bearing a striking resemblance to my mom decades ago, I dash out of the house holding my indispensable cup of coffee as my family waits in the car.
And yet, I feel compelled to complete the ritual, year after year. The content of my letter is different each year. When the letter is done, I feel somehow lighter. The grief remains, as it always will. With the words I write, I can take part of my sorrow and hold it by the hand. I cannot control its shape or weight or banish it from my life, but I can preemptively choose to bring it along with me before it threatens to pull me into darkness.
So I keep writing these notes my mother will never read, poring over letters that will never bear a postage stamp. Gina Rich is a writer and mother of two daughters.
Surviving the Agony of Anticipation. By Karen R. Perolman in My LossPersonal Essays. Death rituals are an integral part of our grieving process. More specifically: My thinking had changed.Daughters are a source of immeasurable joy for her parents.
Long before a daughter is born, she is deeply loved. Daughters are often a mother's best friend, her ally, and her most precious treasure. For a father, a daughter is often the apple of his eye, his princess. It is no surprise then, that a parent's love for a daughter is so intense and selfless. For this reason, the loss of a daughter can bring on a range of difficult emotions including numbness, guilt, anger, emptiness, disbelief and deep sadness.
I see your teardrops falling. I hear you cry my name. I know you cannot see me, but I hold you just the same. She was 46, a mother to two sons, and a grandmother to two. I continue to grieve today as I Read complete story. Dear God, please take care of my little girl, The one with big eyes and soft brown curls. She was special, as you should know. I really didn't want to let her go. Read Complete Poem. I am devastated. I feel lost.
How will I go on? My precious, beautiful girl was taken. I know your pain. A pain no one but a mom who lost a Could I have another moment? Another kiss, another smile, One more chance to watch you sleep Or just to sit awhile. My heart goes out to you. I lost my Tayla Jade 9 years ago yesterday at age 2 to a drowning accident. I know it feels like hell, as if life will never go on.
It never goes away, and you neverFirst, let me apologize for taking so long to write. You, just 29, and me, just three and a half. This letter is long overdue.
Honestly, it took me until my mid-forties to get a handle on myself. People say I walk and talk like you. That we share the same laugh and that you laughed often. Mark remembers you.
He was eight when you passed away. Sometimes I envy the fact that he has his memory to go on. Other times, though, I think I got off lucky.
Especially when it comes to Mimi. She married dad a couple of years after you passed. The poor thing went from zero kids to two kids over the course of a registry office wedding and a few finger sandwiches. I was young and I welcomed her with open arms. Then I had Anna. As I reflected on the bond she and I shared by the time she was three years old, I thought about you a lot.
Leave us. But if that was your experience, I shall never know because the letter never came.
Your hospital records concurred that you had in fact never been told you had cancer. She was determined to keep you hopeful to the very end. Just like you. My mother passed away from breast cancer and for years I lived in fear that the same fate would befall me. This brought tears to my eyes. I love the idea understanding you got about what your mother must have went through once you had kids. Very sweet and very moving. Thanks for sharing. Thanks Deirdre.
I maybe should have begun this post with a Kleenex alert. Glad you found it moving though. This is so sweet. I adopted my step-mom as readily as she adopted me and am forever grateful that she came into my life. What a beautiful letter.So show your mom how much you love her today by sending her one of these heartfelt letters!
Dear Mom. Like a nurse, you take care of what hurts. Like a map, you help me find my way. Like a superhero, you always save the day. Like a library, you share your knowledge with me. Like a sturdy pair of legs, you allow me to stand on my own two feet. Like a therapist, you patiently listen. Like a tissue, you wipe away my tears.
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Like the ocean, your calm presence is always there. Like no one else, you love me. And like home, you are where my heart will always be. A mother is one who understands the things you say and do, who overlooks your faults and sees the best in you. A mother is one whose special love inspires you every single day, who fills your heart with joy in her kind and thoughtful way.
And the dearest mom in all the world is the one I call my own. Thank you for always being there for me, mom. I have to confess that I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid making a scene with you and dad.
I think I have found true love with Bob, especially when I learned to see through all his piercings, tattoos, crippling alcoholism, and even more crippling debt.
Bob already owns a trailer in the woods with a bunch of firewood that will last us all winter. Love, your daughter. Mom, none of that stuff is true. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things than my report card on your bedside table. Love you! I never really thought of the time I would spend after the wedding. It comes with responsibilities and sacrifice.
There are things I would need to do for the family that will get in the way of the time I usually spend on myself. Sometimes I think of how you were able to do it all so well.
You made being a mom and a wife seem like the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes I miss being the pampered little girl that I was when I was with you.
I miss coming home to a clean home and lounging about, not knowing how much effort you put into keeping our home tidy. Thank you for everything, mom! But here I am, hoping I can make up for all the opportunities I missed.
Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for holding my hand through the most difficult times in my life.
Thank you for being there for me, in happiness and in pain.Mother daughter quotes are perfect for anyone looking for a reminder of just how precious the relationship between a mother and a daughter is. Take a few moments out of your day to cherish the special relationship between mother and daughter with these inspiring words as a beautiful reminder.
Mothers have the opportunity to teach their daughters how to grow up in this world. The mother-daughter bond is special in every way. In that regard, here are some beautiful quotes to celebrate the unique and wonderful relationship between a mother and daughter. We also have a selection of thoughtful quotes about adoption as well as these inspirational pregnancy quotes for all mothers to be. So check it out too.
Not just who you are. Also read these father and son quotes. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. Never forget that I love you. Life is filled with hard times and good times.
Learn from everything you can. Be the woman I know you can be.
The kind that warms you on a beach when you come shivering out of the cold water. Also check out our list of inspirational motherhood quotes to remind you of what mothers mean to us. I love her for that. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings. And I especially like it when I make her smile. Remember to also check out these special granddaughter quotes that will warm your heart.Violet Evergarden - Ann's letter from her mother
She helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. You are her mom and she is your whole world. She is your little girl. Laura Kasischke. I want to grow old and be like her. You are not a perfect daughter and you will never be. But put us together and we will be the best mother and daughter we would ever be. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. My grandchildren multiply the joy my daughters bring me. She is a little star and my life has changed so much for the better since she came along.
She helps me prosper and reach great heights. The one person who is always there. She is my daughter and she is my world.Death of a ParentGriefMotherhood. In: Grief. I miss you. I wish you were here. I can tell you a mom is irreplaceable for a child. When a mom dies, her child is no longer whole. The loss makes it hard to breathe. That child flails in the wind like a cottonwood seed. A piece of fluff that gets knocked about the world by the wind.
Sometimes I landed on solid ground, sometimes I landed in a pond and almost drowned. In the year after your death, my dreams plagued me whether they were about your death or when they fooled me into thinking you were still alive.
The waking up and again remembering you were dead was the hardest point of each day. I fell into a never-ending well of agony after you died. I dwelled there for years. Depression ran in my veins alongside my blood.
The blood became rough and scraped up my heart. I went haywire as a teenager. Depression left me crawling through my days. I tell you this, Mom, not to make you sad but to let you know how much of an impact losing you had on my young life. The joy of them was stripped from me. I became empty. I searched for many things to fill myself up.
Many were bad things, but some were good. I had good friends who helped and distracted me. I had the rest of my family too who gave me love. I had pets and cats to console me and give me company. Pets you had loved too. The cats looked for you, I saw them searching, but they could never find you. I understood their sadness and confusion. I could never forget you. Maybe that piece is in heaven with you and someday you can put it back in me and I will be whole again.