“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”
Not to sound cliché, but this is by far the hardest, most heart-wrenching post I have written so far. Honestly, if anything else in the next decade comes anywhere near this, immediately find me a stiff new straitjacket, so I can throw myself into a padded room — forever.
Ok, here comes the hard part, words I thought I would not have to write about for at least another decade: Mom is gone. My wonderful witty mom passed away in her sleep Thanksgiving morning. No warning, no illness, no clues, no nothing, no mom. Mom is gone. Mom is gone. I have to repeat myself over and over, because I just cannot believe it’s real. I’m hoping my next post is about the coma I’ve been in for the past week or so — I’ll write about how when I awoke, mom was there with one of her famous QVC jewelry trinkets for me to open, and a pot of her famous spaghetti sauce bubbling away on the stove, so we could all get home and enjoy a nice Italian dinner in celebration of my new coma-free existence.
Yes, mom is gone. My house is filled with condolence cards, flowers and such very touching notes from caring family and friends, but somehow it doesn’t seem real. It CAN’T be real. Mom was SO ALIVE, so funny, always ready with a wise-crack, or words of wisdom. I loved her advice. She was one of my best friends in the whole world. I see the cards with her photo and a pretty poem, yet I’ll still dial her phone number and expect her to pick up. I’ll want to call her about who was just told to f*ck off on Hell’s Kitchen, or who we think should have gotten fired on The Apprentice, or the new boots I bought, but then the cold harsh smack of reality hits me right in the face, telling me those days are over.
Mom & I would dish together, watch movies together, shop together, cook dinners (for my hubby and the furkids) together and every so often I’d mix up a couple of whiskey sours and mom would share her humorous and wonderful stories which fill a small notebook of mine.
Loss of any kind is a real tough pill to swallow, and when you lose a mom and a best friend, you feel like your heart is literally ripping apart. With that said, I think I’ll mix up two whiskey sours, leaving one on the coffee table in mom’s honor. I just hope I don’t water them down with all of my tears.
Love you & miss you forever Mom
xo Your daughter
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