27/04/2022
As a motherless daughter of nearly 27 years, by now I'm "used to" the endless barrage of reminders that my mom is gone...especially around Mother's Day (a day that would be hard enough on its own, nevermind the added layer of pain each year because she died six days after this day meant to celebrate her). The relentless commercials/ads, marketing emails, displays of cards and gifts. 2020 was the first time I've felt I had a bit of a reprieve from it all due to Covid. I couldn't go into stores. That meant at least one source of anguish was removed.
And yet I'll never truly get used to it. Because it's a reality I didn't choose and one that I don't want...and yet, it is a reality I'm forced to live. Not only every year, but every day. For the rest of my life.
The other day, I received an email from a card company -- not only for a Mother's Day card, but one with a hummingbird on it (my mom's favorite thing...the one thing that reminds me of her, the one thing I know she would be reincarnated as, the "sign" that she has presented so many times over the years since her death). My heart sank.
And then I opened up my planner (which has different flowers and their "secret meaning") to the week of Mother's Day, and this was the facing page. Mother's eternal love. Heartache. How fitting.
This is a gentle reminder that someone who is many years into their loss and their grief journey, like me, doesn't stop hurting. The reminders don't get any less painful. Our hearts still sink...and they still ache. Year after year. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays. We don't ever really get any respite from it.
Because they will always be gone.