A brief glimpse of my mother.

[kali921]

It's just starting to hit me now that my mother is gone. I'm starting to go to pieces every few hours. I'm sure it'll take a while to really sink in, so bear with me. The nightmares over the last five days have just been the icing on the Cake of Bereavement, let me tell you, flist.

Comments

[kaylan]

I smiled reading this, because your mum sounds like an amazing person and a force to be reckoned with. I also smiled because many of the memories you described are the sorts of things I want to do for my children.

But then I got to Joy and Sorrow, and I started to cry. I really am so sorry for your loss, though I don't feel that I have the words to express myself adequately.

Thank you for sharing part of your mum and your memories with us.

[kali921]

You're welcome. Thank you for reading it.

It's wonderful to hear from you, too. It's been a while.

[bana05]

*hugs*

[kali921]

That icon both makes me smile and reminds me that I've lost the last person on Earth who will love me unconditionally. My Mom always indulged my love of Calvin and Hobbes.

But maybe I needed the jolt.

[kali921]

Thanks, darling. Love you.

[tbosky]

You're one of those people on my friends list who I deeply respect and barely know. I'm sorry that I can't offer anything more than sympathy for your loss. The Shinto poem really resonated with me and, in selecting it, it says a lot about how amazing both you and your mother are.

[kali921]

Thank you. Wow. That means a lot to me.

[keeni84]

This is so absolutely beautiful. I'm sitting here in my seat not wanting to teach class or do anything other than read this over and over again. Now I'm crying. I hope my co-teacher doesn't notice.

I don't really know you too well but I'm sorry.

[kali921]

Thank you. I don't want to cause people pain by writing about my mother, but on the other hand, these experiences tend to knife through the outer detritus of superficial communication and let two souls look at each other in a way that would likely not be the case otherwise.

I guess that's one of the positive things about grief and loss - it taps into reservoirs of emotion and empathy that may not be immediately apparent between two online acquaintances.

When my father died, I was shocked sometimes at how people I didn't know well came through for me, checked up on me, visited me, and generally behaved with nobility, consideration, and tangible affection. I'm starting to see a bit of that with my mother's passing - and I'm remembering how important that was to me processing my father's death. It's important to balance loss with what small grace exists in human nature.