They say it gets easier with time. It really doesn’t. You just learn to live with it. You make a little space in your soul for the loss. The missing. The profound ache.
You make a little space in your head for the memories. The sound of them. The smell of them. And you visit it, sometimes.
You fill up the void they leave behind with life and noise and tears and people. But it never moulds completely to the void.
Blommie. Life is too short. I am so very sorry your mommy had to suffer. But she is with her God now. In His hands, healed and whole.
Blommie. Life is too short. Hold onto what is left behind with everything you have.
Make your space. In your head and in your soul. Your mommy will always live there.
I carry you up to my God every day. You and yours.
Your mommy lives on in the spaces left behind.