Sometimes I Cry, My Mother’s Day Reality

Sometimes I cry…because my Mom was so young when she passed away from breast cancer almost 8 months ago.

Sometimes I cry…about the fact that my children will never see their Grandma again, and she won’t get to watch them grow up.

Sometimes I cry…for the loneliness and pain my dad feels after spending 42 years with such an amazing woman, and now she’s gone.

Sometimes I cry…for the littlest things, for no reason, but I can’t stop it, it just happens.

Sometimes I cry…on the long commute to work, wondering why this happened to our family, it’s so unfair.

Sometimes I cry…so hard that I can’t breathe.

Sometimes I cry…as I pass St. Boniface Hospital…where we spent those 3 weeks in August/September 2013

Sometimes I cry…as I pass Calvary Temple where her funeral was held.

Sometimes I cry…so hard that I can’t get out of my car in the parking lot at work.

Sometimes I cry…as I flashback and hear her say “I will let go once I see my grandbabies”…and that’s exactly what she did.

Sometimes I cry…knowing that she left us on my sister’s birthday.

Sometimes I cry…for my sister.

Sometimes I cry…when I think about the pain Mom was in.

Sometimes I cry…at how she strong she was through it all.

Sometimes I cry…for my grandma who lost her first-born daughter, her sisters, brothers and the rest of our family.

Sometimes I cry…because she was so wise, and I just want to hear her voice again.

Sometimes I cry…as I listen to the last voicemail she left me.

Sometimes I cry…for the people who don’t realize how lucky they are to still have their moms, yet take them for granted.

Sometimes I cry…because of the insensitive people who expect you just to “move on”.

Sometimes I cry…because my life will never be the same without her.

Sometimes I cry…wondering what was going through her mind after she was told she was going to be “kept comfortable”.

Sometimes I cry…because I literally watched my mom die.

Sometimes I cry…because I miss her so much.

Sometimes I cry…because this will be the first of many Mother’s Days without my mom.

Sometimes I cry…because I will spend Mother’s Day with my mom…at her graveside.