Mother’s Day

Just about a month ago, my mother passed through the veil, a delicate euphemism borrowed from earlier generations meaning she died. Too young, and while I would feel that way whatever age she happened to be, I think most people in my parents’ generation would agree.

Part of learning how to live in a world without my mother in it is having to go through the first time a variety of important dates and holidays will go by without her. Beyond just the regular days where I can’t call her or message her, there will be birthdays and anniversaries and holidays scattered through the next eleven months that will all be the first one without Mom present. Last week, that meant we didn’t get a phone call wishing us a happy anniversary.

This week, it means I don’t get to call her on Mother’s Day and she won’t post one of her favourite pictures on Facebook. I don’t know yet whether I’ll post it there either, but I am including it here.

Grief is individual to the combination of the person grieving and the person being grieved. Mom is in my thoughts every day, but some days are harder. This is one of them.

Treasure the time you have with the folks you love.

Be well, everyone.