10/04/2022
This week is the six year anniversary of my mom’s death. And this year it feels particularly challenging because it’s my first time hitting this milestone day with a baby of my own. A new version of myself and my family. A version she isn’t here to hug and smile at and a baby she can’t cover in her always-worn dark red lipstick.
I knew that some of these dates would be hard (baby’s first Christmas ~ she would have STACKED that gift pile with wacky things; his first birthday ~ she would have planned a blowout and invited all the strangers like the ones who showed up at her funeral) but this date feels particularly s**t because all this date is is a reminder of the fact that she’s not here. ☹️
This is the very last text she sent me though. Whenever I look at it I’m kind of shocked that I got such a cliche last text from my mom, reminding me she will always miss me… just days before she died. And that we would talk on the weekend.
I was in a session with the incredible the other day and Charlene spoke about the winter coat her mom bought right before she died, thinking she would be around for many winters to come. In that conversation our group talked about what the things left behind mean for our relationship with the person now. I think this text, though not technically tangible like a coat, is an example of my mom thinking she would even make it to the following weekend and didn’t. But she did leave me with something I could hold onto in our continuing yet distant relationship today. Which was her validating that wherever I am, wherever she is, she will miss me forever.
One silver lining to what used to be “the month my mom died”… this month is now also the anniversary of when I officially founded PAUSE and & I had our first board meeting. I realized that on a call this week and it made me deeply emotional. To know that these milestone dates can stir such grief. But that grief can finally be held alongside something beautiful and huge and something I’m proud of. Something my mom would have been proud of. Something my mom IS proud of. 💜 🌻 🪶