Today would be my Mom’s birthday. Eighty-five, I think. I’ll have to calculate to be sure. She’s been gone so long, I’m truly uncertain.
What I do know, without a doubt, is the heartache her early death created. That never goes away.
Simple things stir the ashes of my heartache: a friend’s parents visiting from out of town, a question only Mom could answer, the light of a memory flickering out of my recollections. I’ve learned I must be careful not to breathe too heavily on the embers lest they ignite again. It’s a delicate balance to keep a fire while not letting it combust.
I’ve survived important markers like graduations, marriage and having children without a mother in my life. I’ve even passed the diciest “I’m-now-older-than-she-ever-lived-to-be” stage. Yet her absence continues to infuse my days. It’s dishonest to say it hasn’t. I don’t do dishonesty anymore.
Here is the truth: I miss my mom as much when I feel joy as I do when I feel afraid.
When she died, I felt everyone’s pain and grief. I was a child and didn’t know what to do with other’s fumbling attempts at consolation. After all, how do you console such a loss? In response, I quickly learned to make it look like all was fine. Put on a brave face. Never show how much it hurt. I became adept at hiding on a day such as this.
Today, I no longer hide.
Today, I give voice to my heartache.
Today, I can stand firmly in who I am–a confident, successful, fifty year old writer, mother, and wife–and say all these years later it still hurts. I still miss my mom. I always will.
And I’m going to be just fine.
Therese says:
Giving voice to missing your mom, affords the luxury of being present and authentic. Grief and joy reside together, both meaningful for a wholehearted life, one day at a time. Love you my friend and sending “miss you” candy hearts to heaven for her “85 ish”.
Katie O'Connell says:
Thank you! And thank you for the love sent on her behalf
Nancy Simpson says:
Thanks Katie. You’ve written how I often feel about my Mom’s death. I was lucky enough to have her until she was 67 & I was 42, but I still miss her.
Maggie Fitzmaurice Trucano says:
Perfectly said, Katie, for those of us who have lost a mother, especially at a young age. I’ve always put on that ‘It’s fine-it was a long time ago’ attitude while still feeling such deep sorrow inside. Yes, even to this day, as a 53 year old woman, I miss having a mom Every. Damn. Day.
Heartwired Writing says:
I agree. It never leaves us and shades each experience…both positively and negatively. Thanks for your thoughts, Maggie. I believe each time I say it hurts but I’ll be okay, I help someone else voice the same thing. ❤️
Maureen Glass says:
I love this piece –and how you are owning missing Mom. It was heartwarming to read. I agree you are a successful, fifty year old writer, mother, and wife, one who misses Mom, and who is also going to be just fine.
Heartwired Writing says:
Thank you Maureen! Owning my truths and stories allows me to live a richer, deeper life. Thanks for seeing that!
Nancy Gelband O'Connor says:
Thank you for opening the door to this oh so intimate part of you – to this sacred ground of sorts. To be trusted is a gift. There is much spaciousness in that. Thanks for sharing.
Karina says:
Thank you for sharing that. Your writing conveyed your feelings beautifully.
Pam Nielsen says:
Beautifully written and very heartfelt. I will never know what it was like to go through, but I can feel your pain with your words. You are such a strong and brave woman and I am blessed to call you my friend.
Bill Hughes says:
Thank you. Your gift describes my life as well. I lost my mom when she was 51. My dad’s been gone over 10 years now. Neither one got to meet their grand children. I miss them every day. Being an orphan is not easy but I’ll be ok too…We’ll be okay. Thank you.