The pain of loosing your mother cant be expressed
No small business comes together by itself. The benefit of growing up in a small town, and of returning there to lick your wounds, is its people. People who helped me assemble furniture, paper the bathroom walls, build shelving, climb ladders to paint the 12-foot walls and scaffolding to hang string lights. Alex’s dad was a lifesaver with build-outs I’d overestimated my ability to do alone. Her mom painted the shop’s logo on the wall. In pure panic mode, I called them all up that final day-before. And they answered. By 4 p.m., a roster of friends rolled in. Helped alphabetize by author, bottle-stock by region, press gold pins into bar upholstery, set up social media. It was a tornado, and I was in the midst, running around with a box cutter in one hand and laptop in the other to check stock. Alex was among them; she is a photographer, and as I shouted directions and ripped open boxes, she snapped a few photos.
Live a life full of gratitude. Every day I am grateful for the time I was able to spend with my mother. I am also grateful for the pain that followed her death because it taught me a lot about my resiliency and compassion. Be grateful not just for the good stuff but learn to grow from the lessons arising from the bad things that happen.
Make it practice every day to use your commute time as learning time. When I moved to Sacramento, I started doing this and my life drastically improved. Every day I listen to recordings of motivational speakers such as Zig Ziglar, Jim Rohn and others on my commute to work.
Essays on Death and Suicide - Grieving the Loss of My Mother
Dealing with so much responsibly, I really didn’t have time for a fun childhood life. Watching my mother suffer in face brought nothing but pain and sadness to my heart. Not only was I under stress but my house hold started to fall apart. The communication between my dad and brothers went down very low. At this point I really didn’t know what to do, all I could think about was losing my mother because God knew that we couldn’t afford from her to die at this time.
In 2008, after my mom died of colon and liver cancer, I too, wanted to die and contemplated suicide daily. I prayed to God every night not to wake me up, but I kept waking up so I decided to do two things. One, get up at 4am every day and go to the gym. Two, write about my grief.
Like anyone who loses a loved one, I have regrets. I regret not speaking up more to the doctors who failed my mother in a flawed healthcare system that values money and national ranking over caring, individualized treatment. I’m upset that I didn’t defend her age when I saw her being dismissed by people who should have been her advocates. I’m angry that I didn’t demand more thorough care, or harass her doctor with my many valid questions. I also regret that I didn’t take more pictures with my Mom, get the recipe for her chicken soup, or ask if she had some last words of wisdom that would help me in a world without her. I never got the chance to.
Losing my mother has taught me that time stops for no one. Parents age right before our very eyes, even those as youthful as mine. It’s the clearest reminder of how quickly life moves, how fleeting childhood is, and how much you need to stop and soak every day in. So tell people whatever it is you feel! Tell them if you’re angry with or worried about them, and tell them that you love them. Tell them your favorite memory, so you can share it with them instead of looking back on it alone. Good thoughts, no matter how big or small, are wasted unless they’re shared!
The Day I Lost My Mother - Teen Ink
It isn’t necessarily my fate to get the same disease as my mother. As those of us who have close family members (in particular mothers and grandmothers) who have died from the disease know, we live the fears daily. As I write and share about the death of my mother when she was only 50, her ovarian cancer and the profound and lasting , I hope to raise awareness of this deadly disease.
My Mother Died When I Was 7. Im Grieving 37 Years Later.
Things continued to stay going well on to the next year until my mother had got sick again. She was back in the hospital and this time it wasn’t good. The doctors said “She could be in her last days.” When the news got back to me I couldn’t believe it. In fact I didn’t because in my mind everything was going to be okay. Later on in the week she came home, so thing had gone back to me helping take care of her and seeing her suffer again.
When my mother died, I was that lost little girl
My mother told me she loved me all the time. In fact, her worst trait was probably the way she smothered her family with love! And yet when she died, I desperately felt the need to be comforted by someone telling me my mother loved me. I waited and waited, but no one soothed my pain with those words. When my college roommate finally said something about how much my Mom loved me, I teared up and demanded her account of our history:
Grief Quotes About the Loss of a Mother
The loss of a mother is one of life’s most painful milestones. It leaves a hole that I’m sure will get smaller in time, but never fully close. It changes you, but it also reminds you of who and what matters in this world. It’s proof that in some ways, we’re all fighting the same battles, and what a difference kindness and empathy can make in each other’s lives. Leave it to our mothers to teach us such important lessons . . . in this life as well as the one after.
Answers to: Write an essay about the day my mom died - Class Ace
After I lost my mother, I began asking myself a million questions (Did she know she was going to die? What was she thinking about that last day? Was I a good daughter?) Some questions can only be answered by her, and some I hoped others would answer for me.