A Bittersweet Mother’s Day
Happy Mother's Day
Guest Post Complements of Sybil F. Stershic
It’s been four years since I lost my beloved mother, and my life hasn’t been the same since.
I think of her and miss her every day. While she’s in my heart, what I wouldn’t give to have her physically here in my life (without the cancer that took her away).
Losing a mother is so profound, especially when you’re blessed – like I was – to have come from such a loving, giving woman. There’s the absence of that very special bond with the one person who grew me, knew me, and loved me. There’s also the reality expressed in this poignant passage from one of the many beautiful compositions in Silhouettes of Woman, a booklet written by psychologist Phyliss Shanken in 1976:
“Many of us in the room were wondering: When is the first time a person really begins to see the reality of her own death? Is it when the last child leaves us? Is it on the last day that there will be no more blood spots on our pants? Is it when we notice the first wrinkle?
Since we all fear death, but rarely, if ever, do we relate to it, we wanted to know on what day, what minute, what second would we finally see it as clearly as our friend had seen it? And when would we be able to live with the thought?
So we asked her. And she said, ‘You realize it on the day that your mother dies.’”
Sybil – First, thank you for being our first Gf from-the-community guest author. My favorite line of your post has to be: the one person who grew me, knew me, and loved me. What a lovely tribute to your mom.