This will mark the second year that my mother has been gone. She passed away in the summer of 2019 from complications after brain surgery to remove a small, noncancerous tumor in her pituitary gland.
Although I’ve long accepted that she’s not coming home from a long vacation, and have gone through all the stages of grief (I highly recommend On Grieve and Grieving by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler, to help you get through the aftermath of a loss), I can’t help but be envious of those who do have their mom’s. Yesterday my therapist was telling me about how her mom drove her crazy, and I wished that I could experience that again. (Doesn’t everyone’s mom drive them crazy sometimes? haha).
The saying, “You never know what you have until it’s gone” rings especially true when it comes to death. But, it really hits home when there are big occasions like this.