Having problems with message search?
Thank you for sharing that. It is beautiful. I'm sorry to hear you lost your Mother so recently. I lost mine in 1994 and I still miss her every day.
This past November was the first year I actually started looking forward to Christmas without her. Since I have two grown children and a wonderful Grandson I always went through the motions, but there was still a deep sadness I just couldn't get past.
For six weeks I shopped for Christmas presents, planned the decorations and could remember the Christmases past without a tear coming to my eye. Then, on December 13th I lost my baby sister. She was only 48 and was so very much like my Mom it was like losing her all over. I was 9 when she was born but we were always close.
I just wish I had cherished the moments and given her more time. It seems I was always busy with my family and she was alone the last few years of her life. We emailed each other and talked on the phone, but I so wish I had just held her close and helped make her life a little brighter. We just never know how fragile life is until it is too late. At 48 I assumed we still had lots of time.
Her death brought all the sadness back and it has been very difficult for me since then. My husband and children don't understand what I feel or why I am so sad. I have to try and hide it from them most of the time.
I am going to print the tribute and keep it close. It will help me remember all the happy times.
Thank you again,
Linda
----- Original Message -----From: javamama92Sent: Sunday, January 30, 2005 7:54 PMSubject: [Grief_Group] A TRIBUTE TO ALL MOTHERS
MESSAGE SENT TO ME, MADE ME THINK OF MY MOM (PASSED 09/30/04);
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is
>beautiful. For those who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
>
>The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long
way?" she asked.
>And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old
>before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the
beginning."
>
>But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that
anything
>could be better than these years.
>
>So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and
>taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them
to
>feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth.
>
>The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will
ever be lovelier than this."
>
>Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes
dark,
>and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them
>close and covered them with her arms, and the children
said, "Mother, we
>are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
>
>And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
>climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times
she
>said to the children, "A little patience and we are there."
>
>So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather
>the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year
>after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but
most of all unconditional love.
>
>And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have
done it without you."
>
>The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and
the
>mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children
were
>tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she
lay
>down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better
day than
>the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing
these
>traits on to their children."
>
>And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her
>their strength, just as she had given them hers.
>One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a
>shining road and golden gates flung wide.
>
>And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I
know
>the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with
>dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their
children after them."
>
>And the children said, " You will always walk with us, Mother, even
>when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched
her as
>she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they
said: "We
>cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more
than a
>memory. She is a living presence."
>
>Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as
you
>walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
>flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on
your brow
>when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold
>winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a
>rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
>
>Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in
every tear drop.
>A mother shows every emotion..........happiness, sadness, fear,
jealousy,
>love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow.....and all
the
>while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in
life.
>
>She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map
you
>follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first
friend,
>even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not
time,
>not space...............not even death!
>
>PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS AND SONS YOU KNOW....
>MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED
Offline 
Send Email