My sister cut my hair too short. What was supposed to be 4in became 6. But my mother fixed it. My dress tore open from the back. The wedding was tomorrow. But my mother fixed it. I failed a course, I didn’t get the job. Again and again one more time. My self esteem was at a low. But my mother fixed it. I woke up crying from a terrible dream. Shouting out loud for help. My mind was lost. But my mother fixed it. I received a call. My mother passed. So sudden. My heart was broken. My world was shattered. No one can fix it. Nothing is the same. Nothing will ever be the same. I am not the same. I am broken. I want to heal. I want to be fixed. How? The only person to lift me is gone. It hurts so much. Unexplainable. I need my mom to fix it.
Such truth, our mother's reach is immeasurable. Allow yourself time and keep writing if that helps heal. You will look back on them with gratitude. I wrote a lot after my mother died many years ago and I treasure them. No one is ever the same after a loss and I feel the words 'the only person to lift me is gone". I am going through that as well. May your day today have a bit of sunshine.
Thank you Toni. I came to this site because I know my friends well and I know that they’re having a hard time consoling me because they don’t understand what I’m going through. They’re very careful of what to say. With that, they don’t really get to help as much and I don’t want to burden them. I will be writing my feelings and thoughts, thanks. Sharing this post yesterday allowed me to release some of the pain I’m feeling.
