Every Mother’s Day is difficult for those who’ve lost a loved one they cherished and who brought them into this world. For me there is special anguish mixed with love and gratitude. I had a mother who dearly loved me and my brother and sister. Her children were the most important thing in the world to her.
I want to make a meaningful comment on this, but it’s such an emotional topic that I’m having trouble nailing down my thoughts in reaction.
Perhaps it’s because I’m watching my parents age and don’t have much context to help me deal with it. I saw my grandmother go through the aging process and have some similar mood swings and personality changes, and there is definitely an element of fear and uncertainty about having to go through that again with my own parents.
I agree that faith in God is a powerful (and essential) foundation to have when dealing with these seasons of life. And I would imagine that writing also had a significant impact for you.