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Heather Straughter's avatar

The levels of grief never cease to amaze. So many things I never thought about that are now just part of life. I think about things like that with Jake a lot, there are so many people in my life now who never met him. And there is something about those who did that make me want to hang on tighter to them.

Missing future memories are hard too.

At the risk of being corny, I know the love a mom has for her son and there is no doubt in my mind that she is with you through it all even when it's hard to believe it.

Thanks for reading what I write. Where are you now? Cali?

Craig Mattox's avatar

30.5 years in to my second life. The life after my mom passed. The grief is more of a baseline now. I miss her but my sadness now is for my girls who only know of her through the stories. I’m sad that whoever I find to spend the rest of my life with will never have met her. That my dad, brother and I have a distance between us that we wouldn’t have if she had survived the cancer.

Maybe my journey through alcoholism and recovery would have been different with her presence.

The hole in my chest doesn’t have the sharp edges that it did in 1995. It fills in a tiny bit, day by day. I don’t feel hollow or empty anymore but I still feel a space where there’s room for her. Where the future memories would be if not for her death.

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