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Mother’s day last weekend. How I missed having a Mom.
Goofy thoughts about the death process.

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My Mother died on Thanksgiving Night of 2006. Yet this will be a joyous holiday for me, because I chose to settle things with Mom before she died. If you haven’t done so, do it now. Whatever the history, no matter how horrible her crime, find a way to forgive. Trust me, this is a selfish act. You will be doing it for yourself. Oh, yes…it will make your Mother much happier too (big smile).

My Mom and I…what to say. Our relationship was

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November has arrived, and with it one of the most powerful memories I have. My Mother died Thanksgiving night. I’d often wondered how it felt when you lost someone on an important holiday. Now I know, and I wrote the following poem – reflecting on a most wonderful passing…

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Make peace with your Mom before she dies. Trust me, it is a selfish act. This Sunday will be my second “No Mom For Mother’s Day.” I will not grieve her absence. The occasion will be full of joy…all because I dismantled my ego.

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Mom and I not getting along. She had hangup with weight.

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Are you like me? My Mother died last year. Also, I don’t have children…so the day will come and go like any other.

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“I used to get angry looking for Mother’s Day cards. None reflected my reality. Complex and conflicted,” admits author Linda Athis, “that was my relationship with Mom. Quite dramatically, near the end of her life, I had a huge, emotional download. I was anxious and driven. I could not stop the words, scribbling on scraps of paper, restaurant napkins, crying into a digital recorder. Once I hid in the bathroom to dictate my poetry, not wanting to worry my already alarmed husband.”

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My mom loved me.
I denied it for years,
until years of living told me.
It wasn’t as if she readily said it.
For her, that was too difficult.
Yet a tiny sack of garden tomatoes
slipped tenderly inside my porch door,
a heat pad tucked secretly in my bed,
a gesture to warm me,
the night my father died.
These were the proof
I denied [...]

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The most loving embrace
I ever gave,
was over a toilet.
There sat my Mother
unable to speak,
pleading for response
from a body shutting down.
Our eyes met in fear.
We did not share
what we both knew.
Death whispered near.
I’m sorry she said,
as if she caused this,
had cruelly wished a curse
upon me, her caregiver.
In that second my heart split,
ripped raw by a mean [...]

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