Today would have been your 62nd birthday mommy. Happy post humous birthday! Yesterday (May 14th) was mother's day. I'll forever celebrate you mom, the queen of my heart, the best mom that ever lived.
I came across below advice on dealing with grief from a self acclaimed old man; it sums up how I feel and helps me get by one day at a time.
"As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first
wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything
floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence
of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You
find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe
it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph.
Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is
float. Stay alive.”“In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and
crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t
even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and
float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves
are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come,
they still crash all over you and wipe you out.But in between, you can
breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the
grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a
cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes
crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the
line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80
feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further
apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or
Christmas. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare
yourself.
And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again,
come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to
some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.”
So each time the waves of grief hit, and o' boy; they hit really hard on anniversaries, birthdays etc' when I have to come to terms with knowing that the phone call I yearn for the most will never come, to bless and pray for me with joy, intensity and love that only a mother's love can provide.
I miss you dearly mommy with every cell in my being. But, with every washes of the wave of grief over me, I emerge floating with a thankful heart for the life you lived and evergreen memories we created. Continue to rest in peace, may Allah forgive all your sins and grant you the best of paradise. Amen!