MamaJinji
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2016
My mother died when I was 14. From a combination of things, like Kushing's and diabetes and an infection that just wouldn't go away. I'm 27, and while I can say I don't miss her any less, I can honestly say that at least I can look back at my memories of her and not want to cry now. But in February, it gets a lot harder. She died on the 27th, and this time of month I start to remember how she looked that last month, and especially that last day. It's not a good memory. And I think how much she would have loved my son, because that kid is everything she always wanted in a child - a redheaded, blue-eyed wonder. It hurts, knowing he'll never know her.
To complicate matters, my uncle died last year on the 25th of February. I wasn't as close with him, but I do have fond memories of him. But it makes me feel worse for my dad. That was his brother. And I know it hurts Dad a lot that it happened so close to the death of his wife (within days of the anniversary), because that was one of the few times he opened up about how bad he was feeling to me. It sucks that I can't help him through this at all, not as far away as I am.
It's just a rough month. :/ I just wanted to post my thoughts about it somewhere. Helps to write it out.
To complicate matters, my uncle died last year on the 25th of February. I wasn't as close with him, but I do have fond memories of him. But it makes me feel worse for my dad. That was his brother. And I know it hurts Dad a lot that it happened so close to the death of his wife (within days of the anniversary), because that was one of the few times he opened up about how bad he was feeling to me. It sucks that I can't help him through this at all, not as far away as I am.
It's just a rough month. :/ I just wanted to post my thoughts about it somewhere. Helps to write it out.