When You Have No Mother on Mother’s Day

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As Mother’s Day approaches this year, I am finding I’m not ready to celebrate.

As we approach the six month mark of my mom’s passing, I find myself feeling a plethora of unanticipated emotions. The fact is I am just not ready to have a Happy Mother’s Day.

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On Saying Goodbye to my Mom…The Last Love Letter

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Mom and I in happier days!

 

To say that 2018 was a difficult year would be an understatement. When your New Year begins with being abruptly displaced from your home without warning and ends with the loss of a loved one, well words are sorta hard to find.

I spent most of 2018 helping my Mom stay alive. I cannot write much beyond that now- it’s still too new and unreal. I’m still settling into the reality of her being gone and this new year starting without her. I’m still struggling to figure out who I am without her in my life, and what’s next. Most of all I am missing the woman I called Mom. 

 

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Apart From Love

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It won’t matter what you said,

apart from love-

 

apart from love.

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The Struggle {in Writing} to Find Meaning

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 “What is important in the Olympic games is not winning, but taking part. What is important in life is not the triumph but the struggle.” 

 

One of the things I love most about journal keeping is that it is the writer’s safe place. In the journal one explores, reveals, discovers and dreams on paper. Truly, for the writer, the journal is playground, training center and friend. A journal is the friend you hang out in sweats with, the one you can call anytime, the one who accepts you just as you are. I never dress up in or for my journal, I just reveal myself for better and worse in pages that always embrace my words and value my worth.

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