my mom passed away last year, and today would have been her 54th birthday so, i grabbed ice cream and i took it to the river. my mom and i used to get ice cream and eat it by the river a lot. my mom loved ice cream. chocolate ice cream. and she loved rivers. i also love rivers. they remind me of my mom. grieving is hard. and it’s hard every single day. but taking moments like this — to do things that my mom and i loved to do together — reminds me of how grief is just love with nowhere to go. today i’m basking in the love that my mom had for me, the love she had for ice cream, for rivers. and i’m sitting in how much i love her. a love that feels trapped inside me. buried. most days it feels like anger and despair and regret. but today i’m focusing on the love. how lucky i was to have a mom who made loving her so easy! happy birthday, mom. i love you immensely
Thanks for sharing! My dad passed away end of 2020 and I still have to remind myself that he’s gone and that a lot of time has passed. Love is forever and I’m glad you can still channel it. Hope you have a wonderful anniversary.
This is really so beautiful, thank you very much for sharing with us. Sending you kind vibes.
My Dad passed away almost two years ago now. Grief isn’t linear, and I’m still finding little reminders of him in the strangest (and funniest) places.
My Mum is getting older, I’m scared honestly, we’re very close. She’s had some health issues and I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.
Not too sure on the concept of an afterlife, but, I don’t know, it feels like memories still permeate everything someone’s ever touched.
I try to hold the thought with me that every vibration of energy that was a person is still a part of the life we continue to live. That every photon, every beam of light who’s path was changed by that person’s shape, or by the touch of their smile, and then raced off to the corners of the universe, with their paths forever changed by that person’s shape, will be a part of this universe, long after we’re all gone.
looked through some old cards to find my mom had wrote this on my 20th birthday card. it’s beautiful and i really needed to hear it right now. missing her.
today is my brother’s 33rd birthday. he passed away in september. i know this seems like a strange thing to recommend, but for me, today has felt good. i think about him every single day but i’ve felt especially connected with him today; i keep seeing pieces of him everywhere (moreso than i usually do). i think grief is long and hard but also beautiful, as it’s a reminder you loved so deeply it cannot be stopped even by the immovable force that is death. i miss him a lot, but i’m continually comforted by the fact that a day will not go by that we don’t talk about him. he will always be alive everyone here loves him, especially me.
Today would have been my dad’s 76th birthday. He died 5 years ago. We let him go, then the world shut down. It’s taken 5 years for me to even be able to reflect on that time and not feel sick. I grieved my father years before his actual death. It still hit me in ways I never could have expected. I connected more with him as he was dying than I did most of my life. I talk to his spirit more now than I ever did when he was alive. I’m still untangling from the things he did, but that’s the task of all children. I can only hope all the work I’ve done and continue to do ends the generation trauma with me, and my children are spared. I’m fine with the peace I’ve found in his death. The grief I feel is not adjusting to life without him, but rather I didn’t get more of his goodness when he was alive. His own trauma and horrible choices made that impossible. So, I now get that goodness through his memory- listening to the music he loved, wearing his shirts I inherited, telling my kids he’s a guardian angel for him. I can only hope his spirit has found peace too.
i try to text people every single time something reminds me of them or i’m thinking of them i use to think “don’t be annoying” but then i realized life is too short to not