This is the third anniversary of when my Mom passed away. I would like to think that somehow losing a loved one gets easier. It does not. It only changes inside you. The loss becomes a permanent part of your soul. It never leaves you.
I miss having her in my world. I miss having that reassurance that she would always be there and that more importantly, she would listen to me and truly care about what I had to say.
Isn’t that what anyone wants? To be heard, to be seen and to be truly, truly loved. Imagine if everyone in the world had access to that kind of love. The bad days would be bearable, the sweet days would be more so and we’d all be a little bit kinder to ourselves and to each other.
Each day is a new opportunity to learn about ourselves. I learned so very much from my own mother. Some of the lessons were easy and beautiful. Some of the lessons were not.
In the end the most important lesson I learned from my Mom is that it all comes down to forgiveness.
No one is ever going to be perfect and that’s okay. Perfect doesn’t teach us a thing. Real life, real love and real relationships do.
My Mom and I saw each other as we really are and still loved each other anyway. That’s the real deal.
I miss you, Mom!