I don’t write much on here but feeling the way I do I thought a bit of writing might be a way to do some self-therapy.
It was fourteen years ago today that my mom passed away. I spent the last several hours that she had at her bedside holding her hand. It was a very humbling experience. I had a feeling of complete helplessness. During that time, I prayed for her suffering to end. I feel guilty for doing that to this day. That may be why around this time every year I have times where I am right back there by her side holding her hand.
They say time heals all wounds. That may work for some things. Others it does not. This is one of those things. As time has gone on, it doesn’t bother me as much as right after she passed away. But back then I had a wonderful support system; a dear friend that I could call anytime and just talk to get my mind off these kinds of things. He passed away back in October, so this is the first year I have had no one to turn to just let my feelings out. So here I sit writing in hope that putting this in words will help a bit with the feelings inside.
The one things I want to pass on in all this is please always tell those that mean the most to you how your feel about them. Don’t assume they know. Tell them. Let them know that they are important to you and that you love them. We all need to hear that we matter to someone.
I wish anyone that reads this that your life is touched by love.