I find myself often without words these days. My mother died suddenly two weeks ago, on July 24. My whole world has tilted over on its side without her. One day, I may able to reflect in my writing on grief and her death, but for now, I can only share wisdom from others – words I have received that have been meaningful for me.
“My mother died 47 years ago but I still miss her every day.”
“Your mom was extraordinary” or “Your mom taught me how to write” or “Your mom changed my life.” (former students have written us amazing stories about her influence on them)
“Your mom meant the world to me.”
“Everyone grieves differently.”
“Some of the best support comes weeks or months after the loss.”
“The death of your mother is a rite of passage like none other.”
“Don’t be afraid to get lots of sleep.”
“The numbness is composed of novelty and shock and planning and questions and attention from others… which fall away as life moves on.”
“I’m thinking of you today and each day.”
“Across the miles I am with you.”
“The night after my mother died, years ago, I woke up and through to myself: ‘This is the first day of the rest of my life – my life without my mother in it.'”
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing that rearranges the whole world.”
As I get used to this rearranged world I am living in, I hope to find ways to write about her, my neighborhood, and ministry again.