Finally decorating the Christmas tree
Seemed wrong to do it before giving thanks
For all the problems you helped me solve
And all the times you just listened to me
Happy memories slowly build
To wash away the grief and pain
It’s 11 years since you joined Dad
But now the tears are shrouded
In joy for happy times remembered
And resumed
Hope you like the tree Mom
Because the angel is for you
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Beautiful share, thanks so much 🙂 This made me think back to those Christmases I spent with my own mother. I was 16 when she died.
#Heartbreaking
Miss Lou
xx
My mom died when I was 42, but it still hurts even though I can rationalize that it’s the circle of life. I suspect it’s harder on children because they don’t have that luxury — if you can really call explaining away the emotional agony a luxury. Sending a cyber hug your way… Regards, Sandra
Thanks so much Sandra. It was very difficult at the time, and that pain has certainly faded now.
I reflect at times and have beautiful and not so beautiful memories, but appreciate every single one.
The great ones are great and the more difficult experiences helped me to learn and grow and create change in my life for the better 🙂
Thanks again
Miss Lou
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I know what you mean. I try to re-channel my pain into my writing whenever possible and if that doesn’t work, I grab the tissues and wallow in the pain for awhile. 😉
Best thing to do I reckon! A god cry usually helps things heal.
I imagine we would go quite mad holding it all in, and that comes out with the physical pain – like you get when there is a lump in your throat because you are trying so hard not to cry!