Yesterday was Mother’s Day.
I didn’t post. I didn’t share. I sat with it.
My heart is heavier as two mothers of loved ones recently passed away. Both women were kind to me and my family. Our prayers of God’s peace go out to their families during this time of grief.
There are some years where the day lands differently — not louder, just deeper. This was one of them.
My mom passed away in late October 2020.
The last time I saw her in person was that summer. I wrote about it in my memoir, What Was Meant for Harm, in a chapter simply titled The Loss:
“The last time I visited with my mother in person was in the summer of 2020. We talked about her retirement in three years. We discussed her relationships with her parents, and how her soul personality developed. We reflected on relationships with my father and the stepfathers that had affected our journeys. We cried when we laughed at our own ridiculousness. We cried when we grieved for each other’s pains and losses. Her wrinkles showed a life lived with love.
I didn’t know it then, but that summer conversation would become one of the most important memories of my life. It felt like a final moment of understanding and reconciliation before the world grew even more chaotic.”
If your mom is still here, call her. Tell her the thing you’ve been meaning to say.
If she’s not — you already know. You carry it the same way I do. Especially on days like yesterday.
What Was Meant for Harm is available now on Amazon in Kindle, paperback, and hardcover. Chapter 5 is the one I wrote for her.
— Quinn
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