This morning I received a Facebook messenger notification. A friend had forwarded me the Facebook notification they had received alerting them that we became friends nine years ago. Of course, we had been friends way longer than that. We have known each other since elementary school. So, it has been a while. Facebook notifications like those constantly amuse. Anyway. Despite knowing each other for such a long while, we had lost touch with one another for a decade or two. Really lost touch. And, I was indeed so happy to have reconnected this day nine years ago. But I was extremely sad to receive this notification.
I never posted on Facebook when my mother died. I didn’t want to share that with the world of Facebook friends. Despite all my writings, I am a bit private. Go figure. Yet, when I received this forward from my friend, it served as notification of my mom’s death. She didn’t die this day. But she had her massive stroke from which she never recovered.
The day my long-lost friend came back into my life, my mother’s transition began. The universe works in mysterious, complicated ways. Despite my sadness, I was taken back by something else. Whenever I am discussing my mother’s passing with others, I note two things: how young she was (for these times) and how recent it was. The pain is still raw so it seems like yesterday. Yet, it wasn’t. It was nine years ago and I cannot believe my mommy has been gone for that long from my life. Memories, love, pain can all play tricks on you. And, it hurts. And, that is ok.
Categories: death, family, mental health, Psychology, women
psychologistmimi 
My dad passed away about twenty years ago and I can still remember so many details vividly. I miss him every day.
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Aww. Those memories stay deep within us
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Yes, they do. Good memories. ❤
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Le persone care che non ci sono più non se ne vanno mai, ma restano per sempre nei nostri ♥️.
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❣
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“Memories, love, pain can all play tricks on you. And, it hurts. And, that is ok.”
Whenever i am reminded
Of my Mother’s Last Silent
Breath i remember
Unconditional
Love that Loves no
Matter what and
Carry on Her Legacy
For me.. it’s not always
Easy but it keeps her
Alive
In Essence..
And me too..:)
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Oh that is so touching
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Thank You..
Always nice
To remember her😊
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I still remember my mom lying her head on my hand, second before she passed away. This is the image that never goes away and still so many pain inside there.
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Oh wow. Both touching and tough.
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I have a hard time dealing with the fact that my father has been gone over 10 years now too. I’ve lost many friends and relatives over the last ten years. Miss them all.
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Oh so sorry to hear. Sending you good wishes
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❤
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My mom died in December of 1983. She was just 60 years old. It’s been a long time by any standard and I still miss her. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I dream of her as if she were still alive. I think it’s something that we never really “get over.”
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Indeed. It becomes part of our dna
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My father died in 1989 at the age of 42. Not a
day goes by that I don’t think about him and miss him terribly. We never get over the loss of our loved ones, we just learned to live around the gaping hole in our hearts and lives. I’m so sorry about your mom.
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Oh wow. That’s a hard situation. Sorry you went through that. Hugs
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I tell myself the sadness I feel for the loss of my parents is part of love. thank you for your blog
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It is indeed part of love. 🙂 hope you are doing well
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This confirms that sadness can be shared with sweetness.
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So, so true!
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My mom died six and a half years ago. So long and yet, recent.
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Right! It is indeed both in our hearts
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