When Your Mother Dies. . .
Lessons learned when you were four become much more meaningful. . .
The temperature of the whole world chills a little. . .
Toll House cookies are no longer merely a snack, but a monument. . .
Mothers day changes from an obligation to a craving. . .
Sometimes the air thins and you gasp for breath just sitting in a chair. . .
Crying for Mommy returns after a fifty year absence. . .
You lose something vast and precious that you didn't even know you had. . .
You crave being held and hugged all the time. . .
The last time you spoke to her is now at the bottom of a big ache. . .
Tears are found in totally unexpected places. . .
Never again. . . her magical home made vegetable soup. . . wonderful green beans, potatoes, and ham that aren't falling apart and soupy. . .meat loaf with just the perfect amount of ketchup on top. . . those just right crispy fried potatoes. . . never again. . . for ever. . .
Your chance to repay an enormous debt is lost. . .
You lose the founding member of your fan club. . .
The one person who would take on anyone, or anything. . . (any army for that matter) in your defense is no longer there for you. . .
The pain of your rebellious teen years returns from a different direction. . .
You pray and hope God loves to give hugs. . .
You have an understanding of Memorial Day that you never had before. . .
You need and appreciate friends more than you ever did before. . .
There is now one date on the calendar that you really do not like at all. . .
You very much want to give a big hug to every little old lady you meet. . . and you would love for them to hug you back. . .
Dave
The temperature of the whole world chills a little. . .
Toll House cookies are no longer merely a snack, but a monument. . .
Mothers day changes from an obligation to a craving. . .
Sometimes the air thins and you gasp for breath just sitting in a chair. . .
Crying for Mommy returns after a fifty year absence. . .
You lose something vast and precious that you didn't even know you had. . .
You crave being held and hugged all the time. . .
The last time you spoke to her is now at the bottom of a big ache. . .
Tears are found in totally unexpected places. . .
Never again. . . her magical home made vegetable soup. . . wonderful green beans, potatoes, and ham that aren't falling apart and soupy. . .meat loaf with just the perfect amount of ketchup on top. . . those just right crispy fried potatoes. . . never again. . . for ever. . .
Your chance to repay an enormous debt is lost. . .
You lose the founding member of your fan club. . .
The one person who would take on anyone, or anything. . . (any army for that matter) in your defense is no longer there for you. . .
The pain of your rebellious teen years returns from a different direction. . .
You pray and hope God loves to give hugs. . .
You have an understanding of Memorial Day that you never had before. . .
You need and appreciate friends more than you ever did before. . .
There is now one date on the calendar that you really do not like at all. . .
You very much want to give a big hug to every little old lady you meet. . . and you would love for them to hug you back. . .
Dave
Comments
Dennis
Thank you again,
Dave
Peg
Thank you
Peg
I am estranged from the rest of my family. I feel like I am grieving their loss too.
One day at a time.
Your blog continues to help people suffering from this loss. Some of the things you said could only be said by one who has experienced this loss. Crying for mommy after 50 years of absence - absolutely brilliant. Absolutely true. You have phenomenal insight into the unique thoughts, and waves of emotion that people encounter after losing their mother. I will share this with others.
I'm 17 and in speech club. The introduction to the poem I have to preform has your words, these words. And this is just so amazing to me. I want to thank you because they are really beautiful.
Thank you for your words,
Dave