This week marks the second anniversary of my mom’s death. Last year I posted a blog about One Year Later and I figured I would follow it up.
While it has been two years, I still miss her and think about her often. I still miss our Saturday afternoon conversations and the random phone calls as I drove home from the office. I miss her telling stories or just talking about whatever comes up. We had some weird conversations. What I mean is we never talked about one subject, we talked about all kinds of stuff. Things like college football, politics, pro wrestling, NASCAR, my kids, my brothers, my dad, Stone Mountain, etc – just all kinds of things.
Over time the hurt changes but that doesn’t make it easy. I don’t see how people get through things like this without faith in God. I know people do but I prefer to walk with Him through these times. It is through my faith in God and Heaven that allow me to celebrate her daily without feeling the pain that was once present.
In the weeks leading up to her passing she was in pain from a fall she had. During her surgery we came to learn that she had multiple strokes which ultimately led to her death. I celebrate that she is no longer in pain. I have faith that she is in Heaven living in pure joy. Reunited with her mom, dad, brother, and many friends. I can picture her hanging out with Joanne talking about their days at Macy’s. I can see her chilling with Uncle Chuck as he has everyone laughing with his dog Whiskey by his side.
A lot has changed in these past two years. I know for me that several relationships of mine have changed. I feel it and I see it. There were several people I counted on being there for me in a time of need that were not there. Some I called friends but others I called family (not all family is blood), now I call them Facebook acquaintances. However on the flip side there were several people there for me that I didn’t expect. That was cool to see.
Since my mom’s passing I have had some other friends lose family members and I have tried to reach out to each one individually. Beyond just a Facebook post but a call and a text. Not everyone wants to talk but just the fact they know you reached out may make a difference. I know it did for me. I try to attend the funeral or visitation. I see the importance just an appearance makes to those left behind.
My mom taught me so much during her time on earth. She taught me to be forgiving, to be a hard worker, to have fun, and to not stress out all of the time. In her death she has continued to teach me things. To love those that are close, to be there for others even when they are not there for you. To keep on living and loving your kids.
In closing I just want to thank my mom for everything. To let her know I love her and miss her. I want you, the reader, to call your parents, hug your kids, call a friend. While it has been two years since her death there were 43 years we had together where many memories were made. I celebrate and am thankful for those 43 years.
Thanks mom – love you!