Progress

For the first time in years, today the anniversary of my mother’s death hasn’t sent me into a deep depression. Oh sure I’ve cried a bit, but I’m not so angry anymore. Plus I’ve stopped trying to think about what could have been, and what is. I’ve also stopped trying to think of people to blame for her premature death – she was just 42 years old. Now I think more about the good times, the early years. As such, perhaps I’m finally at the acceptance stage of my grief. It’s taken me 12 years.

3 Comments
  1. I totally know where you’re coming from. This years anniversary of my pops death has affected me more than any other year. Not sure why, just has a habit of sneaking up on you.

  2. Hi there,
    I know this sounds corny but I sort of know what your going through. The 4th of March was the aniversary of when my mum passed away (5 years). It was premature and nobody knew it was about to happen.
    On the aniversary’s I never know how i’m gonna feel but I never seem to get depressed (I dont know why). Anyway, my thoughts are with you.
    Just know that there are people who share your pain, no matter if its a few days or a million years worth 🙂

  3. Sending strength to you and also drawing strength from this post. I lost my Mother — my best friend and the most important person in my life — unexpectedly in 2000. You always wonder if your grieving, your sadness, is “normal.” This makes me believe that the grief I still feel and the sort-of acceptance I feel after almost six years is “normal.” Peace, blessings and continued resolution to you.

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