My friend Mark lost his mom this week.
What a sad thing it is to lose one’s mother. The very woman who God used to give us life suddenly has no more life in her own body. It’s hard to wrap one’s mind around.
Hearing what my friend was going through in his time of loss and grief reminded me of what my family experienced a decade ago.
My sister and I lost our mom out of the blue one day back in June of 2003. She just got up one morning and before dad even saw her come into the kitchen, she was gone. That was the worst day.
But we can’t dwell on the tragic, painful part of losing our mothers. Moms like Ruth Hill and Mary Scirto would simply want us to remember how much they love us, how much they poured of themselves into us, and would want us to keep growing and loving and becoming the people they knew we could be all those years.
So let’s do that.
Memory of Mom
You were born
You gave birth
You were awake
You poured yourself into me
“She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn’t take them along.” ~Margaret Culkin Banning
“Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing.” ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
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