Last night I had a bizarre but amusing dream that included my parents. When I woke up, I laughed and thought, “I need to tell Mom about it.” A twinge of sadness pricked my heart.
Mom’s been gone since 2018.
Anyone who’s lost someone meaningful understands. It can happen a day, a month, or years after their passing. Sometimes it’s little everyday things like a weird dream. Sometimes it’s when a big event is on the horizon. One thing’s for certain: it’s a reminder of their absence. And that hurts.
When Mom died, my husband Steve was there to comfort me. When Steve died in 2023, I wanted Mom there to comfort me. Heck, I wanted Steve there to comfort me! And then when Dad died two years ago, I felt somewhat alone in my grief. Not that I didn’t have siblings or daughters or even grandkids to share the pain. It’s hard to explain. Maybe you have to go through losing both parents to understand. Like a club you never wanted to join, yet here you are.
Perhaps the reason all of these emotions are bubbling up is that tomorrow is Father’s Day. I miss my dad. We were never emotionally close until Mom had a stroke in 2016. After that, we talked all the time. Texted almost daily. It was nice. I remember the day we talked on the phone the entire length of my hour-long commute home. This was with the man who used to answer the phone and say, “Hello, let me get your mom” when I called. đâ¤ī¸
Mom used to tease me because I can’t get straight to the point. I take the scenic route because for me, the story is in the details. The journey, not just the destination. Guess that’s what I’m doing today. I also don’t think Mom would mind one bit.
Because these little pangs of missing someone are part of the journey forward, but they’re also a road to the past.
To the hour-long phone calls.
To puns and jokes and stories funny enough to laugh over for years.
To dancing in the kitchen while your husband sings, “Dancing Cheek to Cheek” in your ear.
To the last time you saw your loved one and maybe didn’t realize it was the last time — so you laughed, hugged, and spoke promises of coming home again soon.
And sometimes, to the moments you knew exactly what was happening. To holding his hand as he exhaled one last time.
If you’re missing someone, it’s okay.
- Okay to cry
- Okay to hurt
- Okay to get mad
Just remember that it’s also:
- Okay to smile
- Okay to laugh
- Okay to live
Sometimes all of those things happen in one day. Because grief is weird like that. Missing people is like that. Whether you’re hurting today or laughing at a memory (or both), the journey is worth it — even if it’s two steps forward and one step back. đŖâ¤ī¸
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