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Essays on Death and Suicide - Grieving the Loss of My Mother

Death had taken away the happiness and joy that my mother would have had to not only see my sister one last time, but also my two other brothers that had not made it there yet. Nagel has opened my eyes to the fact that we may be sad to see love ones pass away, but to them it is so much more a devastating thing to them because they are the ones leaving us behind and would give anything to just have one more day, one more hour, or even just two more minutes to say goodbye to a loved one before they

Your story sounds so much like mine. My parents divorced when I was 5. It was always me and my mom. I did everything for her. We were so very, very close. She died 9 days ago. I knew it would hurt, but never dreamed it would be this painful. She was eighty, but sure did not look her age. She lived with me seven years, then went into a nursing facility where she was suppose to stay for 6 months to start walking again following 2 car wrecks (which neither were her fault) She became the social butterfly there and began to love the place and the people. She stayed there for 6 years. Due to some doctors errors she became very sick. when I told the doctor she was getting very sick and something needed to be done, her remark was, “I’ll tell you like I told your mother, there is nothing I can do for her.” I hung up the phone and cried my eyes out. I knew I could not leaver her there and she was getting so sick I could not care for her at home. She entered a different facility December 16, 2013 and there she lived until nine days ago, July 26. I can’t even tell you how I feel, but I guess you alread know. Please, if you don’t care, tell me how you are doing now. People also tell me she lived a long life, she is in a better place, she is not suffering now. I know they mean well,but now matter what they say…it does not help. Like you, it is also affecting my husband and son. If you could, would you please let me know how you are doing. You will be in my prayers…thank you

I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.

The Unimaginable Heartbreak of Losing Your Mom

Losing a loved one is an experience that no one can truly prepare for. It is a devastating event that leaves a void in one's heart that can never be filled. The pain of losing my mother is something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Her death was unexpected and sudden, leaving me and my family in a state of shock and disbelief.

I am 54 years old and lost my mom last november – she was 90. My dad died when I was 7 and mom never remarried. It was always the two of us and now she’s gone. People say she had a long life and she did, but I miss her so much. Her death has changed me. I live in fear every day. My rock is gone and I cannot convince myself that she left me some of that strength. I don’t know how to describe how I feel – its affecting my husband and son. I wonder if I will ever learn to live with the loss.

I remember the day vividly. It was a sunny afternoon, and my mother had just returned from running errands. She seemed perfectly fine, her usual cheerful self. Little did we know that it would be the last time we would see her alive. Later that evening, she collapsed in the kitchen, clutching her chest. We called for an ambulance, but it was too late. My mother had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away before help could arrive.

The days that followed were a blur of grief and sorrow. It felt as if the world had come crashing down around us. The pain was unbearable, and it seemed impossible to imagine a life without my mother. She was the pillar of our family, the glue that held us all together. Her absence left a void that could never be filled.

When my mother died, I was that lost little girl

“I will always be the girl whose mother died when she was sixteen. I will let myself sit with that, in this skin right here. Simmer in it, soak in it. Cry in it, happy and sad tears all at once.”

Grief Quotes About the Loss of a Mother

Thank you so much for being so raw with us. I still haven’t processed my grandpa passing away and my friend was just over yesterday to look over a tattoo I’d designed in memoriam of his mother (who died very suddenly just after we’d started college). I really appreciate your insight and strength. Memory and mortality have definitely been on my mind.

Answers to: Write an essay about the day my mom died

Thank you for this essay. I lost my mother when I was 17, cancer too. I relate a lot to this. She meant so much to me. I struggled a lot my entire life, but last year, at 33, I came to the realization that I was Trans and I finally knew who I was, my life finally made a bit of sense. As I try and crawl back from the hole I was in, I begin my transition and I am finally able to grief, it is a relief. She’ll never know that i was her daughter and not her son, I’ll never be able to know her as an adult.

The day my mom died is a day that will forever be etched in my memory

After my mother died, everyone I knew wanted to tell me either about the worst breakup they’d had or all the people they’d known who’d died. I listened to a long, traumatic story about a girlfriend who suddenly moved to Ohio, and to stories of grandfathers and old friends and people who lived down the block who were no longer among us. Rarely was this helpful.

The poet felt the pain and fear of losing her mother

It’s surprising how relatively few of them there were. People don’t die anymore, not the way they used to. Children survive childhood; women, the labors of birth; men, their work. We survive influenza and infection, cancer and heart attacks. We keep living on and on: 80, 90, 103. We live younger, too; frightfully premature babies are cloistered and coddled and shepherded through. My mother lived to the age of forty-five and never lost anyone who was truly beloved to her. Of course, she knew many people who died, but none who made her wake to the thought: I cannot continue to live.