Missing my mom

It's true, these special dates, like memorial weeks, anniversaries, and birthdays, can really hit differently once a loved one is gone. My own mom's memorial week always brings a wave of emotions, making me reflect deeply on our time together and the gaping hole she left behind. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since her brave journey with dementia came to an end. Every day is still a learning curve in navigating this world without her vibrant presence. Remembering your mother isn't just about sadness, though. It's also about celebrating the joy and love she brought into your life. I've found that actively remembering her helps. Sometimes, I look through old photos – like the one where she's smiling broadly, wearing her favorite pink hoodie and glasses, holding some papers she was so proud of. Or another, taken outdoors, where she looked so carefree in her sunglasses and light blue shirt. These little visual anchors bring her back to me, even just for a moment. I also love to recall stories, especially the funny ones, and share them with family. It keeps her spirit alive in conversations. The loss of a parent is a profound experience, and everyone grieves differently. For me, dealing with the emotional weight often trickles into my physical well-being. I've heard from friends that grief can be physically exhausting. It’s not just your heart that aches; sometimes your whole body feels it. I've tried to be mindful of this, even when it's tough. Simple things, like a short walk outdoors, can make a difference. It’s not about being a physiotherapist or following a strict regimen, but understanding that gentle movement and fresh air can be surprisingly therapeutic when your mind is racing or heavy. Some days, just sitting quietly and letting the memories wash over me, perhaps looking at a cherished photo of my parents, smiling and dressed formally on their wedding day – my mom in her beautiful light-colored dress with a corsage, my dad in his tuxedo – helps ground me. One thing that has truly helped me cope is realizing I'm not alone. The #DeadMomsClub isn't just a hashtag; it's a community of incredible individuals who understand this unique pain. Sharing experiences, even just reading others' stories, provides immense comfort. Sometimes it’s just knowing someone else gets how hard it is to face routine things, like holidays or even grocery shopping, without your mom. Or how you suddenly find yourself wanting to pick up the phone to tell her something. If you're struggling with remembering your mom or navigating the complex emotions of losing a parent, please know you're seen. Find what works for you – whether it's journaling, talking to a friend, or finding a quiet moment to look at old pictures and smile at the memories. It’s okay to have tough days, and it's okay to seek support. We're all in this journey of remembrance and healing together.