There is a piece of me that is missing. Anyone who has lost their mom can identify with the feeling.
Mother's Day is always a day that stirs up the emotions even more because of her absence. I do have a diversion because I am a mom. My kids and husband do sweet things for me during the day to make me feel special but the void is still there.
I hate that she isn't here to see them. I hate that I can't call her, confide in her, have her encouragement, or advice. I miss the feeling of having a member on my team, who knows me well and believes the best in me. I hate that I can't watch her share the lives of my kids as they grow. Knowing how excited she was when my first was born..... I hate that she never met my second.
I hate disease and cancer for what it has taken from me and my friends. I hate that we are in this club of sorts, navigating our lives without one of our biggest influencers. I am grateful for the friends who can idenitfy with the pain, but I wish we never shared membership of this club to begin with. I realize that I am not alone in this club and that I have had more years and memories than some of it's younger members. It still hurts no matter what age you are, no matter how long you had them in your life.
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