Hey David, so sorry about the loss of your mom. Take care.

Essays on Death and Suicide - Grieving the Loss of My Mother

Losing someone you love dearly is one of the hardest things anyone can go through. Sometimes it hurts so bad that you may yourself, “What’s the point of being here anymore?” I ask myself that question all the time, ever since my Grandmother passed away. April 22nd, 2016, was a very emotional experience for my family and me. The day started off like any other day for us.

“I thought so,” he said slowly. He didn’t take his eyes off me. I rolled the rings around on my fingers. I was wearing two wedding bands, my own and my mother’s. I’d taken hers off her hand after she died. It was nothing fancy: sterling silver, thick and braided.

My mom died 10 days after my 15th birthday. This past summer was the 10th anniversary of my mother’s death. My mother’s death also led to a new identity as an orphan – my dad signed custody of me over to my grandmother (his mother) and never looked back. I haven’t seen him since then.

The Unimaginable Heartbreak of Losing Your Mom

I stood, unmoving, stunned. The inside of my mouth began to bleed softly. Tears filled my eyes. I want my mother, I thought. My mother is dead. I thought this every hour of every day for a very long time: I want my mother. My mother is dead.

When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, my husband, Mark, and I took an unspoken sexual hiatus. When she died seven weeks later, I couldn’t bear for Mark to touch me. His hands on my body made me weep. He went down on me in the gentlest of ways. He didn’t expect anything in return. He didn’t make me feel that I had to come. I would soak in a hot bath, and he would lean into it to touch me. He wanted to make me feel good, better. He loved me, and he had loved my mother. Mark and I were an insanely young, insanely happy, insanely in-love married couple. He wanted to help. No, no, no, I said, but then sometimes I relented. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I breathed deep and attempted to fake it. I rolled over on my stomach so I wouldn’t have to look at him. He fucked me and I sobbed uncontrollably.

The other morning I looked at my BlackBerry and saw an e-mail from my mother. At last! I thought. I’ve missed her so much. Then I caught myself. The e-mail couldn’t be from my mother. My mother died a month ago.

When my mother died, I was that lost little girl

I too lost my mother, not quite 2 years ago. John, I also had dreams about her, now not as much as when she first passed away. Unlike you though, I do believe in spirituality & the possibility that I may see her again. Of course I could never prove it, although since her death, there have been many coincidences in my life relating to her…Whether it be true or not, this hope keeps me alive. I am barely 30 years old & I still cannot imagine a long life without her. Indeed, your story touched me. Thank you for it.

Grief Quotes About the Loss of a Mother

Your memories of your mother were so helpful to me. Your reading makes it easier for me to bear my pain and to continue to move on and live this new life I have after my profound loss.

Answers to: Write an essay about the day my mom died

For several weeks before her death, my mother had been experiencing some confusion due to ammonia building up in her brain as her liver began to fail. And yet, irrationally, I am confident my mother knew what day it was when she died. I believe she knew we were around her. And I believe she chose to die when she did. Christmas was her favorite day of the year; she loved the morning ritual of walking the dogs, making coffee as we all waited impatiently for her to be ready, then slowly opening presents, drawing the gift-giving out for hours. This year, she couldn’t walk the dogs or make coffee, but her bed was in the room where our tree was, and as we opened presents that morning, she made a madrigal of quiet sounds, as if to indicate that she was with us.

The day my mom died is a day that will forever be etched in my memory

Nothing about the past losses I have experienced prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me in the least. A mother, after all, is your entry into the world. She is the shell in which you divide and become a life. Waking up in a world without her is like waking up in a world without sky: unimaginable. What makes it worse is that my mother was young: 55. The loss I feel stems partly from feeling robbed of 20 more years with her I’d always imagined having.

The poet felt the pain and fear of losing her mother

Nightmare Danny. I remember my mother when she was dying and wishing there was something I could do about it – feeling totally helpless and her suffering was so damned unfair when she was such a good person. Unlike you I was living away and only saw her when I visited but my brother, like you, was there all the time and I’ve no idea how he coped. If there’s one thing about life I know it’s that it can be cruel, unfair and just damned hard. But I suppose it’s all we’ve got and I just try and think of the many many happy years I had with my mother and how blessed I was to have known her. Not much consolation though.

My mother died a few weeks ago and its a very painful ..