Sometimes, grief feels a lot like panic. While buying birthday cards at Walmart a few years ago, I caught sight of these floral Mom and Grandma cards. I instinctively wanted to reach out and grab the teal card with the antique-style, delicate pink rose for my grandmother. But a feeling of panic stopped me in…
I miss the world that made sense because it included my late mom. I miss the world where my mother went to events. And I miss the world where my mother had friends. I miss the world that made sense because it included my late mom. My dad recently attended his 50th high school reunion….
Someone I thought was a friend once described me as “different.” She meant it in a negative way. And it used to bother me. But now I think that it’s a good thing. Because I am different.
Eleven years ago, I walked into my mother’s room in the nursing home and found her finally at peace. Today, I’m remembering my mother’s death after Alzheimer’s disease.
Don’t forget the dads. The dads who work hard all day and then come home to mow the backyard in the summer heat.
