It’s a club that no one wants to be a part of, but almost all of us end up in it. A motherless daughter. I know my mother hurt deeply at her own mother’s death, even when Grandma died in her 80s and Mom was 55. There is never a right time to let our mothers go. And yet, we all have to at some point.
Very few people talk about it. But when Mom died, I realized just how many of my friends had already gone through this. I was jealous of those friends who still had their mothers. I didn’t want to be, but I couldn’t help it. Now, I just want those friends who can to spend time and energy and love on their mothers, as much as they can, while they can.
Before they join the club.
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