I miss my mom

[Anonymous]

So much info about mine gone. Wish I had her voice on tape. Miss her every day and it's been more than 20 years. Write things for your kids so they can remember in case anything happens!

[Anonymous]

I am sorry OP and all the others. It will be 9 years this summer and although it still is very sad it does get better. You will see her in little moments, feel her when you need her most, and have your memory vividly jarred by something as simple as a smell.

Mine passed when I was six months pregnant, and I like to think that her soul spent time my my unborn baby and his little brother before they joined me on earth.

I know she is with me and I hope you can find comfort knowing that your mom is with you too.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:21:05, OP here, hijack away! I am 7 years out and still reeling. One month and you are definitely still in shock. It was/is the hardest thing I've ever endured. My only consolation is that I see/feel my mom everywhere- close calls in the car; my daughter falling down the stairs, not a scratch; my son pulling a bookcase down on himself at a play date, no harm- you start to realize that your mom is pulling some major strings for your kids and is totally with you/looking out for you. It's so, so, so hard- it sucks so bad to not have a mom- but if you think they're out there somewhere, watching out for your fam, it makes it so much easier to deal. Hugs to you, my friend.

I'm 21:05. Thank you, gorgeous! I asked her before she died to visit me, be with me, let me know. I am waiting and hoping to see and feel the signs that you have. I do believe she will always look out for me and my family.

Thanks for your kind words (despite my hijack). Seven years out, do things still happen and you think automatically 'I need to tell Mom about this!' until reality kicks in one second later? This is the most painful part for me right now.

[Anonymous]

I wish I had the type of mother I will miss when she's dead! You are so lucky to have had that kind of love in your life, OP.

[Anonymous]

I am sorry, all of you. I cannot imagine how I will manage when that time comes.

[Anonymous]

I miss the mom I used to have. It's a different kind of mourning, but a stroke took my mom away and left me with a dependant, nonverbal, lacking in empathy shell of what she once was. Anyway, it's different, I know, but I just wanted to send empathy to you all and to say it out loud (of sorts) that I miss mine too...a lot.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I wish I had the type of mother I will miss when she's dead! You are so lucky to have had that kind of love in your life, OP.

I didn't always have a perfect relationship with my mother, but spending time with her during a long illness made me realize how much she really loved me. She passed away a few months ago, and I miss her so much. It helps a lot to know that she loved me and that I had let her know that I loved her before she died. Our last words to each other were I love you.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I miss the mom I used to have. It's a different kind of mourning, but a stroke took my mom away and left me with a dependant, nonverbal, lacking in empathy shell of what she once was. Anyway, it's different, I know, but I just wanted to send empathy to you all and to say it out loud (of sorts) that I miss mine too...a lot.

I'm 21:05 and 21:50. PP, I understand what you mean, and send you hugs too. Your mourning is completely valid! Very difficult for you to go through, and your mom too. Does she live with you, or in a nursing home, or in her home with help? Just wondering.

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Anonymous wrote:21:05, OP here, hijack away! I am 7 years out and still reeling. One month and you are definitely still in shock. It was/is the hardest thing I've ever endured. My only consolation is that I see/feel my mom everywhere- close calls in the car; my daughter falling down the stairs, not a scratch; my son pulling a bookcase down on himself at a play date, no harm- you start to realize that your mom is pulling some major strings for your kids and is totally with you/looking out for you. It's so, so, so hard- it sucks so bad to not have a mom- but if you think they're out there somewhere, watching out for your fam, it makes it so much easier to deal. Hugs to you, my friend.

I'm 21:05. Thank you, gorgeous! I asked her before she died to visit me, be with me, let me know. I am waiting and hoping to see and feel the signs that you have. I do believe she will always look out for me and my family.

Thanks for your kind words (despite my hijack). Seven years out, do things still happen and you think automatically 'I need to tell Mom about this!' until reality kicks in one second later? This is the most painful part for me right now.

21:28 here. I remember vividly about 10 years after she died, stopping at one of those outlet malls, and at a shoe store they had a huge selection of size 11 shoes. And I actually had the thought "Oh, I should buy something here for mom". She wore a size 11, and in the pre-internet days, finding shoes bigger than size 10 was such a challenge. The sight of all those shoes made me think of something I could do for her, and it literally took me a second to remember she was gone. Like I had a primal hunting instinct for her rare shoe size, I suppose .

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:21:05, OP here, hijack away! I am 7 years out and still reeling. One month and you are definitely still in shock. It was/is the hardest thing I've ever endured. My only consolation is that I see/feel my mom everywhere- close calls in the car; my daughter falling down the stairs, not a scratch; my son pulling a bookcase down on himself at a play date, no harm- you start to realize that your mom is pulling some major strings for your kids and is totally with you/looking out for you. It's so, so, so hard- it sucks so bad to not have a mom- but if you think they're out there somewhere, watching out for your fam, it makes it so much easier to deal. Hugs to you, my friend.

I'm 21:05. Thank you, gorgeous! I asked her before she died to visit me, be with me, let me know. I am waiting and hoping to see and feel the signs that you have. I do believe she will always look out for me and my family.

Thanks for your kind words (despite my hijack). Seven years out, do things still happen and you think automatically 'I need to tell Mom about this!' until reality kicks in one second later? This is the most painful part for me right now.

21:28 here. I remember vividly about 10 years after she died, stopping at one of those outlet malls, and at a shoe store they had a huge selection of size 11 shoes. And I actually had the thought "Oh, I should buy something here for mom". She wore a size 11, and in the pre-internet days, finding shoes bigger than size 10 was such a challenge. The sight of all those shoes made me think of something I could do for her, and it literally took me a second to remember she was gone. Like I had a primal hunting instinct for her rare shoe size, I suppose .

Hi, I am 21:05/ 21:50. Thanks for your answer. I understand that feeling, as it happened to me after my father died (10 years ago), for a while. We were not as close by far as my mother and I were, so I am sure the scenario you describe will happen to me for years as well... I am hoping it gets a little bit easier for you, and me, as the time goes on.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I miss the mom I used to have. It's a different kind of mourning, but a stroke took my mom away and left me with a dependant, nonverbal, lacking in empathy shell of what she once was. Anyway, it's different, I know, but I just wanted to send empathy to you all and to say it out loud (of sorts) that I miss mine too...a lot.

I understand. My mother is still physically alive by has Alzheimer's. I miss my mother terribly. But I can still hug this sweet little woman who looks like my mother so my most heartfelt sympathies to those of you who can no longer do that. Hugs to all.

[Anonymous]

My sympathies to all of you. It wasn't until I became a mother that I fully appreciated all my mom did for me, and understood (and therefore forgave many things) how difficult some things were.

Keeping you all in my thoughts.