First posted in August 2019. We have grown so much more than we ever thought we would, and we want to share our earlier posts. We aim to reflect on the early struggles of our grief, and what we went through without our mum. We are proud of where we have come from, and of where we are going. We hope you are as well.
If you are struggling with your grief, that is okay. You are not alone.
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It seemed strange to me. So strange, that a whole life could be packed up into plastic bags. It seemed so foreign to everything I had learnt up until now in my life. “Your life is what you make it.”
I had learnt to trust in a lot of things that just don’t exist anymore. My mum used to say “topsy turvy” when I was a child and things were strange.
I imagined what would be left of me if it had been me who passed away; a box of books, and plastic bags of shoes. I imagined it too would be a bit topsy turvy.
We took my Mums clothes to charity, and it still seems strange that my gut doesn’t run cold with the thought of someone else wearing my Mum’s clothes.
I assumed the hardest thing would be when Mum physically passed away, but I think a lot of the pain comes in the deaths you realise afterwards: the last time she wore a raincoat, a jumper or the last time she picked up a book to read. It messed with my head when I saw all the books she had bought, hoping to read. Pages which would forever remain stuck together and untouched in my Mum’s life.
You think “When was the last time we hugged?” as in a proper hug, where she was strong enough to stand and hold you and not the other way around. And you count the days since you last had a walk in the garden or the last time she was out in the rain.
It’s another goodbye; she won’t wear those brown boots anymore. We won’t receive a cuddle in her coat. I can’t expect most people to understand.
It all seems so final, yet still, this isn’t the hardest thing.
No.
We will all move away, in our ears we hear her saying “this is your time, girls.” It isn’t so difficult to say goodbye to my home. I can make home anywhere, with anyone. Home is in me.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags. And that’s the most painful thing; that one person’s life is summed up in plastic bags and goodbyes. Vibrant colours, memories and laughter wrapped up in slick, black plastic.
Evee
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My mom has said the exact same thing to us girls. You are right that she is still with you, but her life is not in plastic bags. Her life is gone to the wind and the energy and the things she taught you, but never confined to plastic bags. I hope my viewpoint doesn’t alarm you (I am most sensitive to your loss) but it saddens me to think of someone this way (even if I haven’t met them). Your words and writing style are very moving, so thank you and job well done.
Don’t worry! I am not alarmed 🙂 I know my mums spirit is all around and isn’t in the bags. It’s more the fact that that’s the last of her physical presence 🙂
Thank you for your comment 🙏
nice post
Thank you 🙂
I hear you. I have some of my dad’s jumpers because wearing them is like having a big from him. None of us can bring ourselves to take the rest away. Not yet.
Yes 🙂 my sisters and I each have some of mums clothes, and I agree that it feels like a hug ❤️ there will be a time where you’re able to 🙂
Your right the time will come.
Awesome post. Admire your strength to have got this far. I still haven’t been able to go through Yolanda’s stuff. The only 2 people who are allowed to wear her clothes are my two girls.
That’s lovely. I think it’s important to get rid of clothes at the right time for you 🙂
I always love reading your posts and seeing how you are fairing. You write so beautifully.
Thank you 🙂 I enjoy the conversations that go on when I post
My comment for you:
hug <3
such a beautiful way with words; thanks for sharing these memories of your mum.
Thank you for reading 🙂
Such beautiful writing. Thank you.
Perfectly expressed.
You Mum gave the world a much greater legacy than what is in those bags – and both of them are amazing! 🙂 ❣
Thank you so much 🙏❤️
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Such a beautiful story to share again 😊.
Great blog you have
Thank you so much xx
Thank you so much for sharing my post 🙂