My Mother’s Death
March is a significant month for me. Not only because it made me face the reality of my mother’s death, though. It holds my mom’s birthday, my dad’s birthday, when I found out I was pregnant for the first time 8 years ago, when I found out I was pregnant with my third, and a few other powerful memories as well. One of them is when we found out my mom had pancreatic cancer, on her 67th birthday.
My mom was born on March 7, 1946. She would have turned 70 this year. As I think back on the last two years without her, I see how much has changed and how my kids have bloomed. The flowers, too. Life goes on. And in other ways, it doesn’t. My last memories of her will forever be engrained in my brain. Sadly, my youngest will only have pictures to serve as memories.
I’m grateful that I wrote about some of my experiences over the 9 months of her diagnosis to her death. I’ve compiled a few here for you to share in it with me, too. In case anyone is losing their mom, have already lost her, or anywhere in between. Being a mother without a mother herself is a complex association to have, and the worst club to have membership to. If anyone wants to reach out, I’m happy to hear from you.