So tomorrow will be the first Mother’s Day holiday, without my mom. I look back a year ago to the time when my mom was on her death bed, and I was too upset to enjoy the holiday with her comatose body. Part of me still regrets that as I know she would have felt my presence with her on that day we both loved so much. It was a holiday that we always spent together as a family, but most importantly… it was OUR holiday!
My mom and I shared a wonderful relationship together. I admired her, sought advice from her and shared my dreams with her. She was always my biggest supporter and her death has left a huge hole in my heart. She was smart, funny, creative and my absolute best friend for 22 years of my life. I felt my whole world fall apart when I lost her.
I didn't think the pain could be worse than those first months. But here I am, approaching my first Mother’s Day. My heart stopped skipping its joyful mother-daughter dance. The onslaught of flowery cards, thoughtful gifts, bright flowers and loving commercials bloomed in every store and on tv ... the first Mother's Day arrived nearly a year after my mother's death.
A year later, and I am sitting here in absolute pain and tears. That once joyous day has left me in overwhelming grief. I can’t fathom all the future Mother’s Days without my mom.
I want to skip the Mother's Day holiday.



