Today's post is hard to write. I've been putting it off. Two years ago I said goodbye to my Mom standing in the front foyer of the house I grew up in. She was crying because she didn't want us to leave. I told her I loved her, kissed her, and hugged her. I cried as I walked away. That was the last time I saw my mother alive.
Grief this week has been strong. I miss the way she was always so sure of herself. I miss her determination to enjoy life every moment she could. I miss her telling me she loved me which she did every time she talked to me. I miss sitting the living room and pontificating on life with her. I miss doing projects and events with her (though sometimes this drove me crazy too). I miss how she never knew a stranger, everyone was welcome at her house. She would say, "We want you happy while you're with us." She was the quintessential hostess with the mostess!
Grief is hard and yet right now it seems like the ultimate assurance of love. I loved my mother very much and I miss her terribly. She wasn't perfect, as no one is. She was my mother and she loved me with everything she knew of love. I am grateful for the grief that reminds me of one who loved me so.
"Grief is the price we pay for love." -- Queen Elizabeth II