surprised by grief…again
Once again this weekend I was surprised by grief. It shouldn’t be anything new any more, but it is. We have been traveling to Nazareth to my parents’ home every weekend except one since mom died. It’s hard to go to that house, but I find I can trick myself. When I see the laundry folded by mom still in its spot near the dryer, I can fool myself into thinking she’ll be back to put it away. When I see her notes on her notepad by the phone, I can trick myself. When I go through her closet, or her spice rack, or her recipe file, I can trick myself. BUT, this morning we went to the cemetery to water the mum that decorates her grave marker, and there carved in stone right below the date of her birth, was the date of her death, and reality hit, and bites.
I remember just before I left when we went out with Ms. Susan we all had talked about mothers and how we still need them. I’m so sorry for your loss, know that I love you. When I come home next I want to cook a meal for
you, John and your Dad and any of your other lovely family members, if that is ok with you. I never noticed an email from anyone at church where that may have been offered to you and I think it is important. Love you!
you are amazing! that sounds wonderful! thanks.
Hello DOnna,
You don’t know me. I was trolling around looking to see if my blog comes up in a google search…and found yours. Apparently we have similar titles to our blogs. I read just a few of your entries and have been touched. This life we live here on earth certainly isn’t easy…but it is a journey for sure.
Have a blessed day!
Kim