Last week I thought about Mother’s Day. I thought about Ma dying 15 years ago, and how I was finally over her death. And then I wrote yesterday’s blog and I cried and I cried and I cried.
Bereavement Leave at the places I worked was 3 days. Three days to get over a death of someone close to you. Here it is 15 years, and I’m still not over my mother’s death.
Yesterday, I felt the way I did when she died. I felt like screaming, “Stop the world! Stop the world! My mother died! Stop the world!”
A friend once told me, “We never really get over the deaths of those close to us. We just learn to live with the pain.”