GRIEF/LIFE/MOTHERHOOD/RELATIONSHIPS/FAMILY
Losing My Mom Helped Me Become a Better Parent
The lessons we learn in our grief.
Life is a circle. The end of one journey is the beginning of the next.” — Joseph M. Marshall III,
My heart ripped open the day my mom died. Grief so different and profound from any other loss hung heavy on my chest, smothering any attempt to breathe.
My every being felt her pass.
I had just awakened from a dream of my parents dancing together when I picked up the phone to check on my mom at the hospital. The voice on the other end began saying everything was fine when she stopped mid-sentence, “can someone from the family come here right away?”
I knew. I knew she was gone when I woke up from my dream, and now, I wished I were still dreaming.
Life has a way of propelling us forward without our consent or interest. It doesn’t ask what we want. It’s just not fair.
I was thirty-nine, and with her death, I became an orphan. Yes, I am an orphan, and age is inconsequential.
