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My mom, what I'm learning about grief.

May 19, 2018


Mom, my mom... what an amazing woman. My mom passed away on Monday, March 26, 2018. Its been nearly two months and the sweeping waves of grief and pain come so fresh and often still. She was my rock, my foundation in life, the example of humility, service, strength, love and more. 


Learning to live life without her is the hardest trial I've ever been through in my life. She was such an intricate part of my family, our business, my everyday interactions. She was always a phone call away,,, she would just listen to me, I miss that so much about her.


She was a single mother and worked long hours to raise my sister and me. My mom was the hardest working woman I have ever known. She didn't stop when someone told her she couldn't, she found a way to accomplish so much with the many trials life threw at her.


I miss her.


I miss her.


I miss her.


I love her.


I love her.


I love her.




I saw this description about grief on a Facebook post and its so accurate. 


“In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life


Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.”


I'm somewhere in the living life between the crashing waves of grief. Bear with our family as we are sailing this new ocean. Love your family, say it everyday, hug them, kiss them. Spend money on memories and traveling... memories and love are all we have when we leave this Earth and all we leave behind. 


I feel my mom's love everyday. 




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