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Hello friends.
First, can I just say you all have touched my life through this past year and most especially this past week with the passing of my mom. Know that I have a grateful heart because of your unselfish kindness.
I've always been aware of friends when they've lost loved ones & how difficult the first year must be without them-but it was more the significant times-like holidays, a birthday, anniversary, etc. I never stopped to realize about the little things, the everyday things, the things that only you and that person would even get. My year started Saturday, as Frankie & I touched down at LAX & I immediately turned the airplane mode off my phone to text my mom that we just arrived-Something so mundane, so incredibly ordinary but something I always did-I quietly put the phone away & told myself "and so now my year begins."
I have 363 more days to go-
xo
Kelly
I think it really is the little things that you miss about someone. Sure the holidays are hard like you said, but sometimes their loss just hits you in the most ordinary everyday things. I'm holding you close in my thoughts dear friend and sending you big hugs across the miles. Praying for peace and comfort for you.
ReplyDeleteOh Kelly - [hugs]! Letting go and learning to carry on - it affects us all individually, differently, and yet on so many levels the same. Sorrow. Anger. Regret. Lost. Ok. Slightly better. Sorrow. Anger. Lost. Know that in the process you have family and friends and us cyber folk, many (including myself) who have been on this journey and can appreciate what you are going through and are here if you need an ear.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
I won't lie ... it will be a tough year. You never know when "it" will hit .... and when it does, do not fight it. Let it flow. I remember months after my Mom passed away Tom and I were out shopping. At a furniture store. As I was strolling around looking at sofas I noticed this elderly woman sitting on one of the chairs. As I got closer she looked up at me and smiled. What got me was that she had the same twinkling blue eyes that my Mom had. Needless to say, I fell apart.
ReplyDeleteYou've got lots of support my sweet friend. Do not be afraid to reach out. Mwah! xoxoxo
Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers Kelly. Your friends will be right here with you as you go through this year of firsts.
ReplyDeleteI hope you will give yourself the grace you need to deal with your mom's passing during the next year. My hugs and prayers will be with you......
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your loss. {hugs}
ReplyDeleteI am sorry to hear about your Mom. But you know...she is in a better place. I hope you are ok...so tough. Sending you hugs...xoxo
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry, Kelly.
ReplyDeleteMay your memories bring you comfort at this difficult time.
And so it will be.... I hope the hurt softens as the year goes by, but the loss will always be with you. It's not about getting over your loss either; it's about learning how to live each day without her physical presence. But those memories and good times and little things only the two of you might know about are the things you'll remember. I'm here. With hugs. And a shoulder if you need it.
ReplyDeleteOh Kelly, I'm so sorry . . . after my step father passed away I found myself wanting to call and tell him things . . . he was more interested in me than my own dad. it's been 6 or 7 years and I still wish I could pick up the phone and hear his laugh. We will all be here with you for your firsts, and seconds or however long it takes. xo
ReplyDeleteI'm nearing the end of my year with my dad's passing...December 7th. I've gotten thru the BIG holidays relatively unscathed. It's more the "little" things that strike my heart without warning. It's been a year of learning and navigating...and I"m sure you are going to come out the other end stronger :) God bless my friend.
ReplyDeleteIt gets more "normal" as time passes Kelly -- but this first year will be quite the experience. Take it for what it is -- a natural process you need to go through to achieve some peace. xo
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