A grieving mother’s world never changes

To the Times:

She is a grieving mother. She walks around, pretending to smile and quickly picks up on the people she is around and who it is safe to say her “angel”s name. She is a grieving mother.

She goes to the grocery store and finds it difficult to go through certain areas/aisles as they hold vivid memories of her child’s favorite foods. She is a grieving mother.

She tries her best to be present and engage in conversation, though her mind drifts to times that come to mind when she was discussing this topic with her child. She is a grieving mother.

She watches intently when young people walk down the street, seeing if she is able to pick up on similarities such as clothing, facial expression, the way they walk to her “angel.” She is a grieving mother.

She hears a loud noise and jumps, she hears a police car or ambulance and it triggers memories. She listens to hear if the noise stops nearby. She is a grieving mother.

She hears it will get easier, it’s her new normal, stay strong and more and each day she wakes up realizing it’s another day she won’t be able to hug her child or hear their voice. It doesn’t get easier, she learns to try and adjust and pretend differently than she has. She is a grieving mother.

She goes to bed every night and talks to her child, hides her tears muffled by a pillow or in the shower. She just wants them to answer, sometimes they do show a sign just not exactly what she craves in her soul. She is a grieving mother.

She longs to celebrate their special days with them once again, thinks about all things they are missing. She curses the whole system and wonders “why, her angel.” She is a grieving mother.

She will continue, no matter what to keep her angel’s memory alive even if no one else dares mention their name. She is a grieving mother and she just wants acknowledgement her child mattered.

She will continue, no matter what to keep her angel’s memory alive even if no one else dares mention their name.