Hello
This morning I woke up to find a photo of my mum that brings back so many memories of a happy childhood. I thought I’d lost the photo but there it was on my desk. It’s one of them you get at the seaside inside a plastic viewer god knows if you can still got them.
I couldn’t stop thinking about this journey of grief I’ve been on these nearly 8 years. I know I’ve been finding it so hard having to get used to that I’ve never see my mum ever again. So many memories ones that comfort me when I need my mum.
I miss the phone call I used to get from my mum saying morning son how are you. It was precious. I am trying to remember the good times so many of them.
What a journey it’s been so far. No end in sight. I honestly don’t know how I’ve got through these last 7 and a half years. How does anyone do it?
It sounds like your doing a good job of getting by. I’m sure a lot of people would love to have the clarity that your words convey.
When you lose someone, it does change your life, so i believe you never get over it, more that you adapt to your new life and the grieving fades to something less painful.
Its true that you can only ever have one mum, but its obvious what you meant to your mum and what she meant to you.
She must have been so proud of you.
I lost my mum four years ago and my wife earlier this year: The two most precious and most influential people in my life.
I know they loved me as they told me all the time.
Of course i miss them terribly, but know too that they always wanted the best for me .
We were lucky to have our lovely ladies for so long and must carry on making them proud
Plant man
Yes precious and influential two words sum it up.
The essence that is so important.
Seeing the way the influence gets passed on and the preciousness makes it valuable enough to use memories as guidance.
But there is the love but also when it wasn’t always there and the hurt lessons learnt
Hi plantman
Yes I think I’m doing a pretty good job getting by with how intolerable grief is. You know yourself how difficult it is to cope.
I keep thinking how my mum would deal with grief. I do know how she would. My mum lost a very young child my sister. God knows how my mum did it. She was stronger than me. I truly believe the love for those we have lost is what guides us through the journey of grief. Whilst it’s true you do feel heartbreak love from the heart is our strength
I also know that what gives me comfort on my journey is that my mum is tight by my side holding my hand telling me you’ll be ok I’ll never leave you son. It holds me up