My Granny held on to me then. I hold on to her memory now.
Some days are harder than others. For some of my friends and loved ones, this past Mother's Day was part of the difficult journey we call mourning.
For two of my friends, this was the first Mother's Day they spent without their mothers. For others, it represented a painful reminder of loss.
I am surprised, stunned even, by the facile and insensitive platitudes that are popular with many: "She's not suffering anymore." "She's in a better place." "You have to keep living."
We seem prone to ignore the reality of pain, of loss, of suffering. We want to minimize grief, and thus, to forget our own humanity.
But I'm taking a stand. I don't believe the hype.
I've decided to eat when I'm hungry; to drink when I'm thirsty; to rest when I'm tired, and to cry when I'm sad.
I'm human. I'm frail, and some days are just harder than others.
For two of my friends, this was the first Mother's Day they spent without their mothers. For others, it represented a painful reminder of loss.
I am surprised, stunned even, by the facile and insensitive platitudes that are popular with many: "She's not suffering anymore." "She's in a better place." "You have to keep living."
We seem prone to ignore the reality of pain, of loss, of suffering. We want to minimize grief, and thus, to forget our own humanity.
But I'm taking a stand. I don't believe the hype.
I've decided to eat when I'm hungry; to drink when I'm thirsty; to rest when I'm tired, and to cry when I'm sad.
I'm human. I'm frail, and some days are just harder than others.
