Journal of a Grieving Heart

It’s been several years since the day I lost my mom, and yet the pain remains fresh and raw. Grief has become an intruder that that has taken up my soul. I was in my 20s when I lost my mother, so the adulthood memories I wanted to create with my mother was cut short. Losing her pushed me into a reality I wasn't prepared for and now it’s my new norm. The flashbacks I would have of my mom was overwhelming, and I found myself in a sea of sadness that threatened to drown me.

Now in my 30s, the impact of her absence feels profound. As I reach milestones of things I know she would be proud of, there’s now an un-fillable void. Adjusting to this new norm of her not being here anymore has been a journey, but I know that healing is a process. Healing doesn't mean forgetting or moving on. It means learning to live with it, and to carry it with grace and resilience. It means cherishing the beautiful memories we shared, even if they sometimes bring tears.

The void left by my mother's passing will never truly be filled, but I find comfort in knowing that she lives on in my heart and mind.

Going forward, I will strive to honor my moms legacy by living a life that would make her proud. Through all of this, grief has taught me that life is both fragile and precious. I hope to emerge stronger, more compassionate, and with a heart that knows how to endure, even in the face of adversity. It seems that even with my mom gone, she’s still finding a way to teach me to be better.