My mom, my sister Karen and me
My mom, Karen and me
My brother Tom and Mom
Me and my mom
The season of Spring and particularly the month of April is a bittersweet time for me. I am coming up on the anniversary of my mom's death. This April 16th makes 12 years. Oh how can that be true? 
It took me a couple of years to recognize that the aches and pains I experience beginning about the second week of April were not because I was getting sick. It is grief that hurts me down in my bones and makes a huge knot in my gut.
This year it started way too early. When I woke up Saturday morning I felt it... grief overload gearing up. I know now that the onset and intensity of this grief is greatly effected by how much stress I have. I guess this year I have a lot cuz I am about to die myself from my aching ribs and joints. By Saturday night I could hardly move and I did not make it to church Sunday morning.
I had no idea before my mom died that grief could be such a physical thing. I have no idea how those who morn without hope are able to live on.
I sure miss my mom. Probably the only thing that makes me wish time would pass more quickly is the thought of seeing my mom again... e'en so Lord Jesus, Come.
1 comment:
If there was anyway to remove your pain, I would! You had a great mom who overcame a very difficult childhood and she was a great mother to me. She made me her second son.
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