There will be people who tell you it is a blessing. That her suffering is over. And those things of course are true. But what’s also true is that the only person who has known you your entire life is gone.
When something wonderful happens, you will think, “Oh, I have to tell my Mom.” So tell her. Raise your face to the sky and mouth the words so you don’t forget that ritual. And when you are sick, and she is not there to tell you to stop working so hard, to rest, remember to take a moment and tell those things to yourself. To hear her voice in you.
As time goes by, you may notice the presence of people around you whose grace reminds you of your mother. A small word of encouragement. The offer of homemade soup. An exclamation over how nice you look in that shirt. May those people spring up for you now. And I promise, I will be one of them.
Your Friend Whose Mother Died Awhile Ago