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Madre. Maht. Mama. Mother.

Grieving… It’s A Process

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“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds … Continue reading Grieving… It’s A Process

The Thirteenth Year

2021-05-172021-05-18 Miss Poison My Mother, Writing Emotional Pain, Honor, In Memoriam, May, Mourning, My Mother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Trauma, Writing

May. The month of darkness. The month of flashbacks, nightmares, anger at being robbed of loved ones... It's hell. I suffer silently; no one is particularly interested in what I have to say. I remind myself it isn't personal, some people simply aren't full-fledged human beings. C'est la vie. Thirteen years ago tonight, my mother's … Continue reading The Thirteenth Year

Tracking The Time

2021-02-24 Miss Poison Mourning, Writing Emotional Pain, February, Loss, Love, Mourning, My Mother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sadness, Writing

The loss of my mother haunts me. How could it not? I know not everyone has a deep bond with either parent, and others have different scenarios of their family dynamic, which I understand, but my mother was my best friend. I was never embarrassed of her or ashamed of her. I took care of … Continue reading Tracking The Time

Everything

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Suffering Silently

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Borotʹba i strazhdannya bez tebe, mamo. My sumuyemo za toboyu. My lyubymo tebe. Dyakuyu za blahoslovennya, yaki vy nam nadislaly.

Dirge Without Music

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“I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. … Continue reading Dirge Without Music

My Mother’s Daughter

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Today is the anniversary of me losing an angel I was gifted with. A unique, perfect, pure angel. I will probably cry myself to sleep tonight because I MISS HER so much. She truly taught me how to be the best version of myself, how to be a mother, and how to be a bigger … Continue reading My Mother’s Daughter

A Decade

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If I added up the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years I have spent missing my mother, I am pretty sure it would be an astronomical number. All those moments have brought me to this day; the tenth anniversary. A decade without my mother. It makes me sick to my stomach, putting the words … Continue reading A Decade

Life Is Full Of Everything

2017-05-17 Miss Poison Writing Anguish, Daughter, Fibromyalgia Pain, Grief, Health, Honesty, Loss, Memories, Migraines, My Mother, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

Nine years ago today, I lost my mother. I can't always say it out loud, I can't always talk about it, but I honestly have no clue how I've survived this long without her. Not because I need someone else in order to survive, that isn't it, but because life is full of people that … Continue reading Life Is Full Of Everything