My watch ended two weeks ago today. They say the hardest goodbye is the one you never wanted to say — and for me, that was the day I buried my mother. No pain could ever compare. It wasn’t just laying her body to rest; it was burying a piece of my heart and soul beside her. The world went quiet, and something inside me went with her — something I will never get back.
Since that day, I’ve learned what real pain is. It’s not the kind that screams; it’s the silence that follows. It’s the way you wake up and realize she won’t be there to call your name. It’s hearing her favorite song and suddenly forgetting how to breathe. It’s the nights when you cry without sound, because the only person who could comfort you is the one you’re crying for.
I try to be strong, just like she was. I tell myself she’s at peace now, that Heaven is kinder than this world ever was. But sometimes, I still reach out in the dark, hoping she’ll answer. Sometimes, I whisper “Mommy, I miss you,” and wait for the warmth I used to feel when she’d hold me close. No matter how old you are, you still want your mom. I was my mom’s caregiver till the end. I spent 24/7 with her, not easy but I would do it all over again.
If love could build a bridge, I would walk across it to find her. I’d tell her everything — how I’m trying, how I still hear her voice when life gets heavy, how I’d give up everything just to see her smile again. Until that day comes, I’ll carry her in my heart, burning like a candle in the dark — a small light that grief can never extinguish. 🕊️
Thank you all so much for all the love and kindness, texts, calls, cards, and plants. Just being there for me meant the world to me. Love you all so much! 💔
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