My mother also died in 2019. She was completely handicapped by MS for many years. My siblings and I worked together with our dad to care for at home. Her death by pneumonia came as a shock and her passing left an huge hole and adjustment for us. I don’t remember her walking unassisted or doing the common things mothers do for their children. We grew up caring for her instead of her caring for us. But she did the most important things. She prayed for us and taught us to care about other people. This week I watched my neighbor and her babies out for a walk with her mother. The grief of what never was and never will be cut sharp. I was torn between wanting to look away so it didn’t hurt so much and staring at a common activity that I never experienced. I do not take the common things my children and I share for granted. Because I know someone somewhere dreams of doing them but grieves their reality, it will never be.
Thank you. This was beautifully written and with encouragement for my own motherly heart.
My mother also died in 2019. She was completely handicapped by MS for many years. My siblings and I worked together with our dad to care for at home. Her death by pneumonia came as a shock and her passing left an huge hole and adjustment for us. I don’t remember her walking unassisted or doing the common things mothers do for their children. We grew up caring for her instead of her caring for us. But she did the most important things. She prayed for us and taught us to care about other people. This week I watched my neighbor and her babies out for a walk with her mother. The grief of what never was and never will be cut sharp. I was torn between wanting to look away so it didn’t hurt so much and staring at a common activity that I never experienced. I do not take the common things my children and I share for granted. Because I know someone somewhere dreams of doing them but grieves their reality, it will never be.