My friend's Mom died yesterday. Just typing those words makes me tear up. I know the heart ache and I know the pain. Sometimes I wish someone had warned me what to expect and told me how to make it through. Sometimes I'm thankful they didn't.
If I could tell her anything, it might go something like this.
Dear friend,
Welcome to the club that you never wanted to join. The club that you don't truly understand until you're one of us and the club you wouldn't invite even your worst enemy to join.
Here we know a pain so deep it squeezes your heart and takes your breath. You will question multiple times if it might kill you, it won't. You will cry and wonder if there is ever going to be an end to the tears, there will.
Here we feel like we're on the world's fastest and longest roller coaster of emotions that will never end, but it does slow down. You'll want to scream at the top of your lungs, "Don't you know my Mom is dead?" and hate everyone for living in normalcy, so scream if you want.
You'll pick up the phone to call her. You'll listen to her voicemail message. You'll cry because you don't know her meatloaf recipe. You'll develop a deep hate for Mother's Day commercials. You'll miss the things she did that drove you nuts, more than anything else.
You will hear people say some of the dumbest things, but remember they're just trying to help (trust me, this is so hard.) You will also see the good in people as they love and support you, let them help.
I know you're in a complete fog right now and it feels like it will never end. As time passes, you'll realize that God and love are the only things that kept you upright during these days. I won't tell you time heals all wounds, because it doesn't. You'll cry less with time, but there will always be a hole in your heart. It does get easier to breathe, and I promise that you will learn to smile at the memories that now only bring you tears.
You will make it through this hell. I remember people telling me that and I thought, "Well obviously they didn't love and need their Mom as much as I do," but they did love them, they were just farther along in healing. Speaking of healing, don't even read the stages of grief, you'll heal how you are meant to heal and if that involves meds, counselors or whatever else you need, do it.
I promise I'm here to help you in any way possible. I'll tell you every crazy meltdown I had (Walmart Spice aisle was a favorite), I'll teach you how to "therapy cook" for a small army, and most importantly I'll sit and cry with you, because you need to get it out.
I'm sorry your world is shattered right now. I'm sorry you won't see your Mom again until Heaven. I'm sorry there aren't better words than, "I'm sorry." But know you're loved and we'll get you through this.
I know you can't see it now, but one day you will be able to help someone else through a time like this. One day you'll realize you survived and that your Mom would want you to smile again. It's all part of being in the club....
With love,
Misses My Mommy Too
