Today is the 12th anniversary of my Mom's death and I just want to vent to anyone that can understand.
I've managed to pretty much eliminate the following thoughts from my head, with the exception of Christmas, all year long except on this one day, March 18th. So today is my "Feel Sorry For Me" day.
My Mom was taken way too early from me because of her own mistakes (not following up with the Oncologist after her Breast Cancer surgery). On March 18th, 1992 after a "short" battle with bone cancer, my Mom died with only me in the hospital (and I was actually in the gift shop/restroom at the time). I say short because she never said a word to anyone, collapsed on March 1st, and even until she went into a coma she denied that it was terminal. So we never got that "last talk". I always thought she was going to get better. I was 23 and naive.
I had my first baby in 1996, second in 1998 and third in 2000. She was never there to cry with, to ooh and ahhh over with, to teach me things, to hold them, to smile at them, to be proud of them.
My Father (who was an alcoholic and estranged) died on Valentine's Day, 1998 and had seen my son once. I took care of his funeral arrangements, only my husband's family showed up.
So today I am feeling pretty sorry for myself, for today only. Then back to the real world. Things like: Do my kids look like anyone on my side of the family? (There is just me, no Grandparents, Aunts/Uncles, Cousins, etc...). Are they doing things that I used to do? Sharing school pictures with her, Grandparents day at school, Thanksgivings, Christmasses, Birthdays (my ds is turning 8 on Saturday) she will never have experienced. The really sad thing is that nobody aknowledges this day anymore. DH forgot. My kids did say something at breakfast only because I told them yesterday what today was. They call her "Your Mom" not Grammy or Gramma or anything like that... I just wish she could see them and be proud of me.
Thanks for listening. I know that only people in the same boat could understand how I feel.
I've managed to pretty much eliminate the following thoughts from my head, with the exception of Christmas, all year long except on this one day, March 18th. So today is my "Feel Sorry For Me" day.
My Mom was taken way too early from me because of her own mistakes (not following up with the Oncologist after her Breast Cancer surgery). On March 18th, 1992 after a "short" battle with bone cancer, my Mom died with only me in the hospital (and I was actually in the gift shop/restroom at the time). I say short because she never said a word to anyone, collapsed on March 1st, and even until she went into a coma she denied that it was terminal. So we never got that "last talk". I always thought she was going to get better. I was 23 and naive.
I had my first baby in 1996, second in 1998 and third in 2000. She was never there to cry with, to ooh and ahhh over with, to teach me things, to hold them, to smile at them, to be proud of them.
My Father (who was an alcoholic and estranged) died on Valentine's Day, 1998 and had seen my son once. I took care of his funeral arrangements, only my husband's family showed up.
So today I am feeling pretty sorry for myself, for today only. Then back to the real world. Things like: Do my kids look like anyone on my side of the family? (There is just me, no Grandparents, Aunts/Uncles, Cousins, etc...). Are they doing things that I used to do? Sharing school pictures with her, Grandparents day at school, Thanksgivings, Christmasses, Birthdays (my ds is turning 8 on Saturday) she will never have experienced. The really sad thing is that nobody aknowledges this day anymore. DH forgot. My kids did say something at breakfast only because I told them yesterday what today was. They call her "Your Mom" not Grammy or Gramma or anything like that... I just wish she could see them and be proud of me.

Thanks for listening. I know that only people in the same boat could understand how I feel.