And So, It Arrives: The Eve of the End-A 15 Year Reflection from a Motherless Daughter

A decade and a half ago this week, I learned what it meant to lose the person who gave you life, my Mother. Between October 25 and November 3, my mother made her final transition into receiving her wings. The time between October 31 and November 3 was a painful one because it was very evident that she had limited time. She missed so much, including some of the following: 

My Dad's Parkinson's diagnosis and progression from the disease. 

Our 40th birthdays, Matt's 50th and 60th! My Dad's 65 and 70th.  

Three high school graduations of her grandchildren. 

Three college graduations of two of her grandchildren and seeing the photos of her grandson in London. 

Two graduations of her daughter. And two post-graduate certificates, too. 

A marriage proposal. 

A wedding of the century, one that she would absolutely approve of. 

Her son and daughter-in-laws 25th anniversary. 

My frozen shoulder. 

My breast tumor. 

Panic attacks. 

When I became a professor. 

Meeting the countless students, I would love for her to meet in person. Each one of them would certainly have received a special gift from her, personally. 

A pandemic. 

When America Lost Its Mind 

and so much more. 

My mom's life as much as it was short and full of many adversities, but she spread so much joy. Her presence on this planet is lived through her children, who are hard-working adults, who take care of others and often spread joy. She taught me as well as my dad, what it really means to be an empathetic and compassionate person. I think I use those skills every day I have been an educator. 

Although I struggle to smile this week, as well as the following weeks that lead up to my father's death in November as well, I am reminded of how her adversities gave me strength during the pandemic. It helped me support my father for the last 11 years of his life when both his mind and body were unkind to him. They helped me to see that humanity is most folks, even those who cause me the most pain. Mom, I miss you, but I know we will meet again. 

Until then, I am reminded of how this song is from CeCe, is something you would have said to me, 100 times over, even though this song was released five years after your death. 

A Year Without You! A Daughter's Journey After Losing Her "Superman"

 It is really hard to believe that next Friday, November 19th, will mark one year since my father's passing. It is amazing how different grief can be the second time around, especial when you officially become an "adult orphan". 

This week a year ago, we were finally able to visit my Dad consistently while he was in hospice. It was a week, despite the visit to the nursing home, it was business as usual. My brother was still working (probably 9-10 hour days) and I teaching a full load, still attending meetings and trying to deal with the fact that within a week my Dad would be dead. 

His death taught me a lot about how much his approach to "difficult life events" that I had adopted. This same week, business as usual, I began my Canvas Certified Instructor certificate" which I would continue through this past. My Dad was one that never really had the luxury of grieving like "normal folks". Through the almost three and half decades my parents were together he had to grieve often but still do "business as usual" through the many hospitalizations my mother had, dealing with her mental illness, and her death. 

So, when the time came for us to deal with his death, it was "business as usual". 

What I have learned about grieving, there is no timetable because it is forever. Grief although we think it can break you, it actually makes you a lot stronger. My grief was right on time because it ran alongside a worldwide pandemic and reminded me that I should be grateful for every breath I was blessed with. 

There was one thing that was born out of his death: I no longer tolerate the behaviors, events, and actions the break spirits. Through my Dad's death, I was found the courage to do those things that I didn't think I would do beyond getting my Ph.D. 

I am thankful for 47 years I was blessed to have my Dad. I am thankful for the 11 years he had Parkinson's disease and I know that our visits together during that time, not only blessed him but those that lived with him in the nursing home. 

I am also thankful that my Dad was "Superman" in the flesh. A human that always fought for the underdogs of the world and was willing to help those in need. 

Well, Superman, I hope you like the StorpCorp piece for a Yours Truly campaign around Parkinson's next week. 

Until we meet again in 2073, keep being my Superman in the Sky, and thank you for those two weeks for us to accept your transition into peace. 

 

Sunrise 2-6-1949/Sunset 11-19-21

A Bond From Day 1-Until We Meet Again!

John William Crosby, Sr. 

Sunrise: February 6, 1949                            Sunset: November 19, 2020 

Dad, 

From the start, we were bonded together. Shortly after my birth, Mom was hospitalized and you were there for me. You were the kind of father that many never have. One that was completely devoted to the welfare of his wife and children. You time after time, put your needs aside to keep us safe and more importantly provide both John and I a very normal childhood despite all the moving and times we had to face mom’s illnesses together. 

I am deeply grateful that you supported me throughout my life. Without you, I would not be where I am. There would be no Ph.D. without your influence. You ensured that both John and I always went to great schools and lived in great neighborhoods. This shaped my personality and helps me be a great educator to this day.  Even when we had to live at the Pike Motel for several years, you chose this so we could stay in the same high school and have some sense of consistency. 

Thank you for all the rounds of golf, days of shooting basketballs, and teaching me how to change a tire.

Thank you for being a gentle giant with a very compassionate soul. People ask me why I am so giving, it is because of YOU! 

Thank you for NEVER giving up on mom. On many days, you had to endure things that many could never imagine. Thank you for being my partner in compassion as we traveled many hours to see mom during her numerous hospitalization over the lifetime. You showed me what is needed from caregivers when our loved ones have to face the fear associated with chronic illness. 

Thank you for showing both John and me how a man should treat a woman and lighting up every time you saw Matt when we visited with you at the nursing home. 

More importantly, thank you for being a Parkinson’s Warrior. The disease was unkind to you yet you still smiled. You still could find joy amongst the pain you had to endure each day for 11 years while you lived in a body that was failing you. It is a model of strength that I plan to continue in your memory and to help your legacy live one. 

Although I plan on not seeing you for another 52 and ½ years, I do hope that you will be the one to come and give me the two-week notice that you gave me in the end. You knew I was serious and delivered. Goodbye, Dad but the song from “I’ll Find You” by Lecrae and Tori Kelly reminds me that you will find me again when the time comes. 

Love,

Cherie

When Your Guardian Angel Prepares You for #200

Although my mom left this world 13 years ago this November, the years we were separated by hospitalizations including some of the following: 1 year in Michigan 9 months after a Kidney Transplant and so many more.........prepared me for tomorrow. Each seperation prepared me for tomorrow, September 16, 2020 which will mark 200 days since I stepped foot in my Dad's nursing home and could talk with him in person. Although Covid-19 has robbed us a little over half year, we are both are blessed my mother who watches over us from above. Thank you mom, for the prep, it came in handy!

It's Been a While!

It's been a while, two years to be exact! 

 I created this blog a few years after my mother died as a place of reflection and continual remembrance of what she gave us. When I reflect on Covid-19 its impact so far, I am painfully reminded how it has robbed millions with precious time with their loved ones that can never be regained. Particularly for those who have love ones who were chronically ill or are chronically ill. If you live long enough you, we will have to painfully watch our loved ones' quality of life change. 

Over the past 6 months, I have often been angry at the fact that some seem to have no awareness of the pain COVID-19 has caused. I often wonder if we can forgive those that wanted a hair cut or to watch football when some of us could not see their loved ones for several months or could not be there in the final moments. Not sure if I can on this one. Especially since I haven't forgiven the time around my mother's death. 

I also wonder if my mom is there to receive the loved ones of my friends. Kind of a tour guide of Heaven who has been eavesdropping in on my phone, email, and text conversations. I do hope she does. I hope that see remind the newly entered that the illness that once trapped your body and/or mind was left on earth. 

I hope you let them know that they will visit their loved ones in butterflies and sunsets. 

I hope she lets them know their loved ones will be ok in time. For some, this time is longer and others it is shorter. 

This is dedicated to the numerous colleagues, peers, and students who have lost a loved one this year either to Covid-19 or not. Although the circumstances of my mother's death were quite different 13 years ago in that there was no pandemic. I do want you to know that I am here for all of you. 

One of the greatest gifts my friends and colleagues who knew me well were to understand that grieving is truly a process, unique to every individual, and lives with always. 

Things Not Seen: Part 2 (Health Scares)

My mom missed so much after she departed the land of the living and something she missed that I wish she was here for was the health scares I had after her death: Breast Tumor and Frozen Shoulder.
I am quite certain if she were alive when I when a tumor was discovered in my breast during my second mammogram that I ever had I would not have flipped out. I suspect she would have gently reminded me of my family history of benign breast tumors and that everything would be ok. Instead, I had two weeks of thinking I had cancer. Thinking that I would get very sick despite being a very healthy person.

She also missed when I was diagnosed with a Frozen Shoulder and a time in my life when I first felt helpless. Having her here would have made me feel better. She most likely would have cooked for me, did my hair, and possibly even spent the night with me the first few weeks after my shoulder locked. Thankfully, I did have people to help me but I would have loved to have the love of my mother to help me through.

Interestingly enough, her battles with physical and mental illnesses have taught me that we can survive most things. We can still live even when we are surrounded around a sea of chaos.

Things Not Seen: Part 1-A Reflection of the Beginning of a Loss

Today is the anniversary of the “beginning of the end” for my mother, Christiner W. Crosby, who on October 3, 2007 fell and shattered her right femur and hip while in the hospital. That day set in motion 30 days of me preparing to lose someone who you deeply loved. For the next 30 days, I will write about the things my mother missed. The first is quite painfully because I selfishly denied her the opportunity to see it in December 1995. I completed my Bachelor’s degree in the summer of 1995 and chose not to walk in the December commencement. My mother was very upset but I assured her that she would see me walk when I got my Masters. That never happened because she died six months before I completed my Masters degree. If I could go back and change that moment, I would.

Now I can only reflect on what could have been. If my mother were present for all three of my graduations: Bachelors, Masters, and PhD, she would have probably put out a full page add on Facebook to share her joy. I remember fondly when I entered Kutztown we were living at the Pike motel and I wasn’t sure if I should go to college. My mother encouraged me to go and get my education regardless of our families situation of having to live in transitional housing and not having a home. I am thankful that she did. Because of her and my father, I am a well educated woman who working in a field that I love: Early Childhood Education and I have had the opportunity to change the lives of children through helping my students become great teachers.

That said I will forever live with the pain of being selfish.

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 10-After Death

In the 10 years that have past since my mother's death on November 3, I am reminded of the legacy my mother left me and how because of her strength, I have grown into a strong, educated woman. Although my mother has missed much of this transformation over the past 10 years, I am comforted by the lessons her death have taught me, which include:

1. Grieving is o.k. and evolves over time. Someone accused me of holding onto my grief. I know this now is not true but that what I am going through is natural for someone who loved another human being deeply. My mother's impact on my life was much more than I could have ever have know and that is was death that taught me how much she impacted my life. 
2. Death must be embraced. Death is coming for everyone we love as well as ourselves. Avoiding discussions of death and avoiding dealing with death are simply not health acts. Yes, they protect us temporarily but in the end they can cause more harm than good. As a child, I had two early deaths of family friends, they deeply impacted me and affected my perception of death. Since then and certainly since my mother's death, I am more comfortable with what death brings. I am may not like it, but I accept it. The 30 days it took my mother to die, taught me the process of death, which was relearned when a friend died shortly after her death. 
3. We must live. That I have done since her death. Even in the hours after her death, I could hear her words regarding getting my education. I finished that semester she died strong, graduated with almost a 4.0 (3.8) for my masters and would go on to get my PhD with Distinction (3.971) nine years after her death. I also continued her legacy of deep compassion for others in my work as a professor and when I was program director at the child care level. 
4. You must take care of your health. So would say I am overly cautions about my health, I would say that I would like to avoid preventable conditions. My mother died much too young and ultimately for a whole bag full of diseases that are treatable. I do not blame her for her death, because the cards were truly stacked against her but I am reminded of how precious our health is. 
5. Reading is important. That lesson did not die with my mother. She was a voracious reader and I am now too. I have read anywhere between 100-200 books a year since her death. There is great comfort found. 
6. People will disappoint and you must forgive them. Many disappointed me during the time of my mother's death and the years after. I am still working on forgiving them. But I will one day. 

Until We Meet Again..............

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 9-DNR

Today and the next three days were truly the worst days of my life. It is the time that I finally accepted that death would be coming for my mother and it did on November 3. Prior to that day, I would visit with her two last times: One I regret and the other my father and I had to make that decision that honored her wishes.

The regret comes in the words I spoke to my mother on October 31 (I told her that if she would not eat, she was going to die) and the other was placing a DNR or Do Not Resuscitate order on my mother’s life on November 2 after a massive heart attack. This decision was made quickly after realizing that she was well on her way to heaven and the machines were only allowing her to remain for a little while so we could say goodbye. I gave her my goodbye on November 2nd, when I whispered into her ear that is was ok to let go. Apparently, my mother thought I would completely be a hot mess after her death. That mess did comes in waves and lead to me developing anxiety and panic attacks but it also was uplifted in how how I carried myself as we prepared for memorial service.

The lessons learned the last four years of my mother’s life will last a lifetime. One lesson that I learned is that you must accept death and all that comes before it happens. Although miracles happen, saving someone from death, this is not the case for body and mind that has endure tremendous pain and struggle. My mother was tired in the end. Her last 30 years of life were spent in pain.

I firmly believe that she hung in there for those 30 days to allow us to accept that death was coming. I am thankful that she did. It allowed me to be able to write my eulogy for her and tribute for my Dad.

Another lesson I learned is that many will disappoint you when your love ones die. I am still working on the forgiveness part for this but hopefully well before the 20th anniversary I will forgive those who disappointed me.

The last lesson is that grief is a lonely place. Even as I put on the fake smiles this week, only one human being recognized how this might be a difficult week for me. I will though spend the next three days with a few distractions, a prayer for two of my students who going through very difficulty things, and reflections.

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 8-A Marriage Proposal

On October 28, 2007 (my brother's birthday), my filled one of her last requests before her death on November 3, comical one at that! The last time she saw my Sweetie she gave him a deathbed message that we will remember for a lifetime: She told him that it was time for him to marry me! Ironically, my niece, Quira told us that we should get married in December. Now you would have to ask me to tell you in person how it was said. Now 10 years later we are not married but still together. I often get the following questions from friends, family, and total strangers: 

• Are you going to move near him? 
• When are you guys going to get married? 
• Are you going to have children? 

Really it amazing how uncomfortable people are with a woman who is childless and has never been married when they are 44 years of age. It is really no one's business. I and he are quite HAPPY! We have been together for 13 years and have made our relationship work. We probably talk more than most married couples do! It remains to be seen if we get married, but if or when we do only a few will know about the ceremony. I am not a fan of big affairs and much rather have intimate affair with very close family and friends. 

My mother definitely knew that he was the one. She wrote him a letter shortly after we started dating in 2004 and it basically stated how happy she was that he was dating me and that she hoped we be together for a long time. 

More to come on this one! 

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 7-What You Have Missed

As I watched the video above, I am reminded that there are millions of people who lost their mother long before they should have. It is truly amazing how much my mother missed after she died. Here is a running list of some of the events I wish I could have shared with her: 

2008-My first new car and my Masters graduation. I owed her this one since I decided to skip my Bachelor's graduation. It was also the year I went back to a natural hairstyle. The election of Obama!! She was robbed! 

2009-Finding Dad near death and his PD diagnosis. 

2010-Taking her out for her 60th Birthday, Red Lobster style!  

2011-2016-Her support during my PhD program. I most definitely would have been less stressed. 

2013-My frozen shoulder diagnosis. I sure could have used my mom during this time. 

2014-My cancer scare after my 2nd Mammogram and subsequent biopsy. 

2015-Celebrating her 65th Birthday!! She would have a huge party for sure! 

2016-My PhD graduation 

2017-My GERD diagnosis. She probably would have caught this long before it started. 

Most importantly, she missed my transition from young adult years into my middle-aged years. I have so many questions about this time of life, that she certainly would have guided me through. Over the past 10 years, I have thought about that phrase: "It's Never Goodbye". I am believe and I believe this but in the land of the living it truly is. I know longer can hear my mother's voice, smell her scent nor get a huge when life gets hard. But what she did leave me with are beautiful memories and reminders that her strength resides in those left behind. 

Now in the next edition I will talk about her her dying wish.

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 6-Forgiveness for Disappointments

Before and my mother's death I learned a great lesson: I have difficulty forgiving those who disappointed me during the most challenging period of my life. Although there have been many disappointments since my mother's death at the hands of others those that occurred during that 30-period between her fall and death hurt the most. There are times when I think I should write those who caused the additional "daggers of pain" a letter or call them and tell them how I feel. Then I remember forgiveness is not for the offender but for the offended. 

The only way to heal from hurt is to pray that we can forgive those, basically, let it go. This secretly has been difficult for me with some not all. Thankfully during that same year, a great friend fell deathly ill, and I was able to forgive them and be there for them in one of their more difficult times in their life. 

As givers, we always give, often at the expense of our health, but there comes a time when we must learn that as humans we are flawed. And we all disappoint many during our lifetime. 

I do hope that when the next difficult times in my life occur,  those that disappointment take another chance to for me to forgive both them and myself. For now, I will forgive myself for having a deep anger over not having those who I needed around fully when my mother was dying. Death is difficult for all of us but in death we need our friends and family to take that edge off of the grief we will feel. 

As am still grieving for my mother, I am thankful I have a few great souls in my life who still check in and understand this. For I am not only a motherless daughter but a woman who has chosen to not bear children during her lifetime. Both make holidays and mother's day painful. 

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 5-The Mind Gone Awry

I remember when I first heard this song by Pink which was released a year before my mother's death and shortly after one of my mother's manic episodes, which was the most painful: The time she refused to eat because she believed that President Bush was poisoning her food. During that time, she also refused dialysis treatment for the same reason. To top it off, she told me that I was not her daughter. It was one of most painful words I have ever heard from my mother.

As an adult child, who had been right by her side for most of her hospitalizations I could not believe she would utter these words but I had to realize the impact mental illness had on her life. When her episodes were in full throttle, whether manic or depressed, it was clear that mind had gone awry and that I had to forgive her.

Reflecting back on her mental illness it provided some comical moments, sad moments and downright scary moments at times. Like the time she thought she was pregnant by you know who!

But just Monday, my brother reminded me of the power of the mind and its ability to still be there despite the hold of a mental illness. At that time, my mom was home on leave from a mental hospital for the weekend and swiftly put out a fire that started in my brother's room. She moved from mental patient to SUPERHERO. There were many other times, my mother showed this even though she was dealing with a mind that was not playing fair.

I am thankful for my mother's illness. Although it cut her life very short and ultimately was behind her fall that led to her death, it taught many great lessons and made me a stronger human being. It also taught me the importance of taking care of your mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health. She is the one reason why I am not afraid of doctors, although I still go to worse case scenario.

She had a mental illness for all of my life. It took a good decade for the wonder drug to be found, but she paid the price with it affecting her body later on in life.

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 4: Regrets-A Daughter's Last Words

Some of last words I would speak to my mother that she heard were on October 31, 2007. They were the most unkind words you can say to someone dying. For about a week, it was very evident that my mother was going to die. The signs were there. Skin deterioration due to most likely was her becoming septic and the fact that she was refusing to eat. As my mother's one and only daughter, I was part of her care team along with my Dad and this was something that I could not fix.

So on that faithful day I said the following: "If you don't eat, you are GOING TO DIE!". My mother responded with a few choice words and told me to leave her alone. So I did.

I did not return to see her until that Friday before her death. On that day, I learned that my mother had a massive heart attack. When I got to the hospital, the only thing between my mother and heaven was a machine. Walking into the room, I saw a woman ready to go but could not. Her eyes were fixed but with filled with great pain and sorrow. No reflexes of any kind that I could see.

On that day, I whisper to my mother: "I will be ok if you are ready" and left the room. I only spent about 10 minutes with my mother, before my father and I decided to grant her final wishes: to not be a vegetable and we put in a DNR order or do not resuscitate. She would die a little more than 13 hours later.

This song reminds me of my mother and tremendous gifts she gave me for 34 years of my life. Without her I would not be the woman I am today. This is my song of forgiveness for her.

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 3 Legacies

Ten years out I often wonder what my mother wanted her legacy to be. Most would say, her children were her legacy but I know in my heart my mother was much more than what her children accomplished during their lives. As a women who battled many diseases her legacy was most certainly her ability to move past the limitations illness brought her. She managed to raise to well-adjusted adults despite having many times when she had to parent from afar due to illness. I suspect that many who knew my mother were impacted by her strength and story as well. For those who never met her, you only have to read a few posts on my blog dedicated to her to know how strong she was.

I cannot imagine what it would feel like to be a human being with so much potential to only have it robbed from you because you to fight many illnesses, both mental and physical. Her battles with bi-polar disorder were enough to make a person quit, yet she continued to fight only to later have renal failure, diabetes, and high blood pressure wreak havoc with her body.

So as I reflect on her legacy, I am reminded on two things her life taught me: Find joy among the storms and definitely as the Beyonce's song, I Was Here says: "Left this world a little better just because, I was here."

So to honor my mother's legacy I will do the following always: read often (she loved to read and passed this on to me), work to maintain my health, spread joy, and serve others.

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 2 "The Storm is Over Now"

Kirk Franklin's Song "The Storm is Over Now" is a very fitting song to the end of my mother's life. For 34 years, since my birth, my struggled with mental illness while raising her children and about 20 years into being a mother she had to face both mental and physical illness. 

The last decade of my mother's life or at least the last 15 were filled with many trips to the ER, stays in the hospital, and major surgeries that potentially could have taken her life well before November 3, 2007. 

This song is reflective of what both my mother and I felt after her death. In death my mother was released from the pain of chronic illness. For me I was released (temporarily until my father's PD diagnosis) for worry about her. 

There was not a day when I was consciously aware of what was going that I worried deeply about my mother. At young age, I resolved myself to realize that she probably would not live past 60. She made it 57. 

In addition, I still listen to this song when I am going through the "storms of life" that come and when I overcome them as well. 

Although it has almost been 10 years without her physically being her, I am thankful that she is no longer in pain. And I know when the time comes, she will come to greet my Dad, brother and I make our transition into the next phase after death. 

For now, I will live out her legacy in helping others get through their storms by seeing the strength that lives within them. 

10 Weeks of Reflection of My Mother's Death (10 Year Anniversary). Week 1

For the next ten weeks I going to reflect on the legacy my mother left me after her death on November 3, 2017. Week 1's theme is about Strength.

Whitney Houston's song I Didn't Know My Own Strength should be my mother's anthem and mine as well. My mother's life was plagued with illness, both mental illness and physical. Due to the fact that her bi-polar disorder had many extremes on both ends when it came to mania and depression, she had to take a host of drugs to manage the episodes. Although they did help lengthen the time between episodes, it came with a price. As I got older, I watch my mother move from dealing with mental illness to physical illness that in their combination would make anyone question "What's the point of all this?". Despite her later battles with the effects of diabetes and high blood pressure (renal failure) with a few more unexpected turns, she still remained strong. Her strength was evident in her children and my father. Most people never realized how sick my mother truly was unless you were in our closest circles. We hide it well.

My mother's ability to handle illness and raise two well adjusted children is legendary and she should have received a medal for it.

Unfortnately no matter how much strength lies in our veins, we all have our breaking point. For my mother, it was a hip and femur fracture that took her out.

The ability to perservere was one of the greatest lessons she gave me. It helped me to complete all three of my degrees, all while dealing with stuff. Every time I though about quitting I saw her face when she was dealing with her "stuff" and was reminded how she still was able be a great parent despite her pain.

A 10 Year Reflection: The Last One and How Others Forget

Mother's Day will forever be the 2nd worse day of the year. This year's marks 10 years since the last time I would have celebrated the last one with my mother before her death on November 3, 2017. Sadly, I have no memories of the last day. Partically because of what was going on during that time: a sick friend and dying boss and probably my mother was sick as well.

Interestingly enough I have noticed a trend over the years. Many who have not joined to "double whammy" club of motherless and childless, do not realize the pain that is felt during weeks before and certainly on the day of Mother's Day. It deep and often given a second thought. Although I have chosen to remain childless as a personal choice and people will tell me that my students are my children. It still does not negate that this is a painful and lonely time.

One is which very few check ins occur. No brunch breakfasts. Not even are you ok. The only solace is that I know that some are in my situation, others will join the "Double Whammy" club one day and all of us will be apart of this pain.

The lessons I have learned over the last 10 years is that grieving is truly forever. It presence in your life will come and go, but it is always in the background and when things are quiet enough you hear it. It's part of being human. This year I am around the same age my mother had a major health problem that was the beginning of the last 12 years of her life. One day I will be the same age, she was when she died.  That will be scary. And one day I will be well past her death age and thinking I may have conquered this grief thing.

So if you are paying attention, send a little message to those in the "Double Whammy" group: whether they are childless and motherless or have lost both of their parents. The attention is needed and when it isn't received you begin to wonder why.

Motherless Since 2007-A Mother's Day Tribute to My Mom

It is hard to believe that Mother's Day 2007 was the last Mother's Day I would celebrate. Last one for buying of a card from my mother, chocolate, or flowers. No more dinners at Red Lobster. If I only knew that she would leave this world 6 months later on November 3rd, I would have made it a special one. That said I have decided to write what I feel about her using her name. All of these words or phrases are very reflective of my mom.

Here we go:

Courageous beyond belief

Humble 

Religious 

Intelligent 

Sassy 

Talented 

Interesting 

Never ending faith 

Emotional 

Ridden with illnesses 

My mother is a Legend in my eyes. Her ability to deal with the great challenges she faced in the short life she had (57) deserves a medal. She can never be replaced and I suspect there will never be other like her. 

Gone But Not Forgotten-An Early Mother's Day Reflection

Around this time of year, I am reminded of the hole that lives in my heart. At 42, I have lived the last 9 years without my mother physically in my life. This journey beyond her death has taught me any lesson on what it means to be a strong woman and the responsibility I have to others to be so.

My mother taught me that strength is shown in many ways and often does not mean that you sacrifice your ability to be vulnerable or live authentically.

The death of a love permanently changes you forever and the loss of a mother simply makes you think differently. Her short life has taught me that our time is limited and we must live accordingly.

Over my personal and professional life, I have always struggled with why we must be silent. My mother taught me that silence although necessary sometimes cannot linger for too long. She taught me to talk out loud, cry out loud, and many others things. Showing emotion was not a crime and that having a differing opinion is not a crime but an opportunity for a discussion.

As I continue to feel like a "Fish Out of Water", either due to my type-A-personality or that some make me feel this way, I must remember that my mother raised me to be a strong, intelligent, playful, black woman who is passionate about life and helping others.

Mom I am listening! Happy Early Mother's Day in Heaven!