Re: Holidays can be hard...
Dearest Marianne,
Today I have been going through stories I have written, thoughts of mine, snippets through the years. I came across a letter I had written the first Christmas I spent without my mother. It gave me pause and reflection.
I took a break and decided to stop by the forum. I saw your last post and my heart sank with sadness, reading it.
Nothing prepares us for the loss of our mother, no matter how long they may live. It changes, I think, who we are in an unexpected way.
I can smile now when I think of my mom and I hope you can too when the loss is not so fresh and new.
But I can still feel sadness too and I can understand my mother now, better, perhaps than I did when she was alive.
Big hugs, Marianne and perhaps next year, if appropriate, I will share my Christmas letter written to my mother.
I am so, so very sorry.
love,
addy, zoe and koko
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet. ~Edith Wharton
Memory is the power to gather roses in the winter