| Holiday Hell ~ A Letter to Mom © Ferna Lary Mills |
How do I get through the holidays? Those awful birthdays, anniversaries, and special
family events that still come around every single year, even though you are gone, and
they only tear at the gaping hole in my soul.
How do I celebrate your birthday? You aren't here and your birthday only reminds me
with daggers through my heart how much I miss you. Just thinking of your last birthday
makes me cry uncontrollably. How could I have known it was to be your last one? I can't
even remember what gift I gave to you. If I had known it was the last one, I'm sure I
would have given you something different, something better.
What do I do about Thanksgiving? How can I be thankful when your chair at this table is
now empty? I remember all of the Thanksgiving dinners in years gone by and now they
are so meaningless to me. Christmas is even harder. How do I get through Christmas
without buying you a present to tell you how much you mean to me? You were always
such an important part of my life. How can I get through these days without a hug and a
smile from you?
I don't even want to discuss Mother's Day. The ads on the television and in the
newspapers make me cry. I feel like I no longer have a mother, so how can I get through
a Mother's Day?
I want to go to bed and pull the covers over my head and pretend these days no longer
exist. I want to take a calendar and a big black pen and cross out the special days that
you and I can no longer share. Someone just wake me up when it's over. I don't want
this awful reminder of my loss and the emptiness I still feel in my heart without you.
But blacking out the days on the calendar won't make them go away. Curling up in the
fetal position with the covers over my head won't bring you back, or heal my heart, or
make my loss any easier to bear.
Selfishly, I decide to do something that will make me feel better. It won't bring you back,
and it won't cure all my hurt, but it does make me feel better. At least, a little.
During special days, I can't pretend you never existed. It hurts too much. So I pretend
you are still here. Even if only for a few minutes. At least long enough to march myself
into the store and browse through the greeting cards. I find one that says just exactly
what I would want to say to you if you were still here with me. Pretending you are here
for just that long gives me the strength and courage to try to find just the right card.
I write a special note to you inside the card, just like I always used to do. I even write, "I
love you Mom" inside and sign my name. Then, I do something else that selfishly
makes me feel better. I cannot buy you a gift to go with this card, for even "Priority
Express" doesn't deliver mail where you are. Believe me, if they did I would wrap myself
in a box and ship me there for just one more hug from you. But since I cannot buy you a
gift, I take out my checkbook and write out a check in the same amount I would have
spent on your gift if you were still here.
My heart is easily deceived and writing that check helps me to believe that I'm still doing
something special for you on these special days of the year. Maybe I am selfish. Maybe
I need this little bit of comfort to help me make it through the day. But these days, I'll
take whatever comfort I can find, selfish or not.
I lovingly put your card in the envelope, and then address the check and the envelope
to Hospice, who helped us care for you in such a special way during your last days.
Sometimes I address it to the American Cancer Society, in the hopes that this little bit
put together with someone else's little bit can help find a cure so no other Mom has to
go through what you had to go through. Cancer is cruel.
This is only a small thing to help get through the special days, but I know you would
approve, and it helps ease the emptiness I feel inside. I still miss you and I still hurt, but
I try to concentrate on all of the beautiful memories you left behind. It's much easier
than trying to pretend they never happened. So many women have never experienced
the closeness and the friendship that you and I shared all these years. I consider that to
be God's greatest blessing for me and I thank Him for that every day.
Grief isn't an event. It's a process that continues for a long time. It comes in waves.
Sometimes it ripples and sometimes it's a tidal wave. I've discovered it's much easier to
go with the flow if I can try to keep a positive attitude and not let it pull me into an
undertow and drown me in my sorrow. God's strength has helped me to do this.
The hardest day I ever experienced was the April 30th, one year after telling you
goodbye. I remember when I went to bed that evening and I began my prayer with,
"Thank you Lord, for helping me through this day, the first anniversary of Mom's death."
Before I could say anything else, His gentle words in my heart said, "No. Today is not
the anniversary of her death. It's her FIRST BIRTHDAY in Heaven." Peace flooded my
soul with those words as I hadn't thought if it like that before. Yes, I even smiled,
because I knew a Heavenly Birthday Party must be awesome and I drifted off to sleep
imagining the angels singing, "Happy Birthday To You!"
family events that still come around every single year, even though you are gone, and
they only tear at the gaping hole in my soul.
How do I celebrate your birthday? You aren't here and your birthday only reminds me
with daggers through my heart how much I miss you. Just thinking of your last birthday
makes me cry uncontrollably. How could I have known it was to be your last one? I can't
even remember what gift I gave to you. If I had known it was the last one, I'm sure I
would have given you something different, something better.
What do I do about Thanksgiving? How can I be thankful when your chair at this table is
now empty? I remember all of the Thanksgiving dinners in years gone by and now they
are so meaningless to me. Christmas is even harder. How do I get through Christmas
without buying you a present to tell you how much you mean to me? You were always
such an important part of my life. How can I get through these days without a hug and a
smile from you?
I don't even want to discuss Mother's Day. The ads on the television and in the
newspapers make me cry. I feel like I no longer have a mother, so how can I get through
a Mother's Day?
I want to go to bed and pull the covers over my head and pretend these days no longer
exist. I want to take a calendar and a big black pen and cross out the special days that
you and I can no longer share. Someone just wake me up when it's over. I don't want
this awful reminder of my loss and the emptiness I still feel in my heart without you.
But blacking out the days on the calendar won't make them go away. Curling up in the
fetal position with the covers over my head won't bring you back, or heal my heart, or
make my loss any easier to bear.
Selfishly, I decide to do something that will make me feel better. It won't bring you back,
and it won't cure all my hurt, but it does make me feel better. At least, a little.
During special days, I can't pretend you never existed. It hurts too much. So I pretend
you are still here. Even if only for a few minutes. At least long enough to march myself
into the store and browse through the greeting cards. I find one that says just exactly
what I would want to say to you if you were still here with me. Pretending you are here
for just that long gives me the strength and courage to try to find just the right card.
I write a special note to you inside the card, just like I always used to do. I even write, "I
love you Mom" inside and sign my name. Then, I do something else that selfishly
makes me feel better. I cannot buy you a gift to go with this card, for even "Priority
Express" doesn't deliver mail where you are. Believe me, if they did I would wrap myself
in a box and ship me there for just one more hug from you. But since I cannot buy you a
gift, I take out my checkbook and write out a check in the same amount I would have
spent on your gift if you were still here.
My heart is easily deceived and writing that check helps me to believe that I'm still doing
something special for you on these special days of the year. Maybe I am selfish. Maybe
I need this little bit of comfort to help me make it through the day. But these days, I'll
take whatever comfort I can find, selfish or not.
I lovingly put your card in the envelope, and then address the check and the envelope
to Hospice, who helped us care for you in such a special way during your last days.
Sometimes I address it to the American Cancer Society, in the hopes that this little bit
put together with someone else's little bit can help find a cure so no other Mom has to
go through what you had to go through. Cancer is cruel.
This is only a small thing to help get through the special days, but I know you would
approve, and it helps ease the emptiness I feel inside. I still miss you and I still hurt, but
I try to concentrate on all of the beautiful memories you left behind. It's much easier
than trying to pretend they never happened. So many women have never experienced
the closeness and the friendship that you and I shared all these years. I consider that to
be God's greatest blessing for me and I thank Him for that every day.
Grief isn't an event. It's a process that continues for a long time. It comes in waves.
Sometimes it ripples and sometimes it's a tidal wave. I've discovered it's much easier to
go with the flow if I can try to keep a positive attitude and not let it pull me into an
undertow and drown me in my sorrow. God's strength has helped me to do this.
The hardest day I ever experienced was the April 30th, one year after telling you
goodbye. I remember when I went to bed that evening and I began my prayer with,
"Thank you Lord, for helping me through this day, the first anniversary of Mom's death."
Before I could say anything else, His gentle words in my heart said, "No. Today is not
the anniversary of her death. It's her FIRST BIRTHDAY in Heaven." Peace flooded my
soul with those words as I hadn't thought if it like that before. Yes, I even smiled,
because I knew a Heavenly Birthday Party must be awesome and I drifted off to sleep
imagining the angels singing, "Happy Birthday To You!"
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