It’s Mother’s Day. My first without my son. It doesn’t even sound right to say it. The day feels surreal, wrapped in a blanket of memories and longing, tears and sorrow. The house echoes with Mike’s absence; silence, once comforting, now feels deafening. The world moves on unaware, as if nothing has changed, but inside, every moment is marked by his absence. Each room holds a piece of him, a piece of our life that now feels incomplete. This day, meant to celebrate motherhood, now serves as a poignant reminder of loss.
Yet, in this haze of grief, there is a flicker of gratitude. It is my greatest honor and blessing to be his mom. Memories of his laughter, his warmth, his constant chatter and his love bring both comfort and heartache. How I miss the sound of his voice. The threads of these memories are woven into my heart, binding me to him forever. The ache of his absence is profound. The joy of having known and loved him is a beacon on the dark days. His memories provide a fragile yet resilient thread of hope and strength.
Today is both a tribute to my role as his mother and a solemn acknowledgment of the void his passing has left. As the seasons change and time marches on, I carry his spirit with me, honoring his life and the love we shared, with each beat of my heart.
To all the mothers out there that are missing a piece of your heart on Mother’s Day; I see you, I feel you, I pray for you, and I am walking the path with you. Together we honor our children’s memories as we navigate this shared journey.
Lynn
Living With Child Loss
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