It seems you had a somewhat challenging relationship with your mother, and I relate to that. No matter, the loss of our mothers brings on real grief—in my case much sorrow over what never was. My sincere sympathies for your losses—of what was and never will be. 💔 Peace. 🕊️
Erin, this piece is gorgeous. How you bring the two stories together - your mother's death and the childhood memory - is masterful.
"I, on the other hand, am grieving many versions of her – some that existed, and others that never will." My heart sounded a loud YES as I read that, a couple months after my mother died.
Beautiful, honest, and painful. We do grieve for so many reasons. For what we got and lost, and what never got. I'm sorry for all the loss, Erin. This was so good. XO
This piece is breathtaking. “I am grieving many versions of her—some that existed, and others that never will” that line is going to stay with me for a lifetime. Beautiful.
One thinks you know how you will feel when that phone call arrives about an elderly parent, but nothing prepares you for that loss. You captured that so poignantly. I'm so sorry.
Beautifully written story of the day you found out your mother had passed away, and you hadn’t gotten a call to let you know.
While driving along a familiar road, which you hadn’t travelled in a while, you recalled being 12 and running around on a farm with your younger sister, who had passed away three years prior.
You both were running around with nets trying to catch fireflies.
A touching moment when you recalled seeing your mother standing across the field unusually still looking across the field at you.
Memories of a carefree time long ago when your sister and mother were still alive.
Beautiful. Touching. Well-written. All the things.
Thank you, Susan. ❤️
It seems you had a somewhat challenging relationship with your mother, and I relate to that. No matter, the loss of our mothers brings on real grief—in my case much sorrow over what never was. My sincere sympathies for your losses—of what was and never will be. 💔 Peace. 🕊️
I definitely did. Thank you for sharing your experience, and I wish you peace as well. ❤️
Erin, this piece is gorgeous. How you bring the two stories together - your mother's death and the childhood memory - is masterful.
"I, on the other hand, am grieving many versions of her – some that existed, and others that never will." My heart sounded a loud YES as I read that, a couple months after my mother died.
Beautiful, Erin.
Beautiful, honest, and painful. We do grieve for so many reasons. For what we got and lost, and what never got. I'm sorry for all the loss, Erin. This was so good. XO
Thank you, Nan. ❤️ That feedback really means a lot to me.
This piece is breathtaking. “I am grieving many versions of her—some that existed, and others that never will” that line is going to stay with me for a lifetime. Beautiful.
Thank you. ❤️ Although it was a difficult piece to write (and even more difficult to live) it means so much to me to know that what I wrote resonated.
It really does. I’m so sorry for your loss.
So emotive and so lovingly written. You have a gift. Your mom would so proud. xoxoxo
Thank you ❤️
One thinks you know how you will feel when that phone call arrives about an elderly parent, but nothing prepares you for that loss. You captured that so poignantly. I'm so sorry.
Thank you ❤️
What a heartbreaking recounting, and a beautiful tribute to your mother.
Thank you ❤️
Man, I remember getting that phone call about my son and my wife getting one about our friend.
You definitely captured that combined feeling of confusion and disbelief.
I’m so sorry for the loss of your son, and your friend. 😔
And I am sorry for your losses as well.
Beautifully written. I was transported to your world! I am trying to picture my mother also never still with six wild children. I miss her everyday.
I’m so sorry for your loss. ❤️ And thank you.
Yes, I feel those moments and have these thoughts too. Thanks for sharing your well written memories.
Thank you for reading them! ❤️
Beautifully written story of the day you found out your mother had passed away, and you hadn’t gotten a call to let you know.
While driving along a familiar road, which you hadn’t travelled in a while, you recalled being 12 and running around on a farm with your younger sister, who had passed away three years prior.
You both were running around with nets trying to catch fireflies.
A touching moment when you recalled seeing your mother standing across the field unusually still looking across the field at you.
Memories of a carefree time long ago when your sister and mother were still alive.