Living Through Losing My Mom

The realization that helped me

Mom and me, sitting on her front porch with my son on my lap

The sun bursts through the pale white drapes, giving its last bright beams of light before settling in for the night. Its iridescent rays make me squint, and I know that within ten minutes, darkness will fall. As the individual flickers faintly disappear across the beige walls, I can feel my shards of anxiety go with them.

One by one, my nerves begin to settle.

5 pm has always been my time to slow down for the day and self-soothe. As a child, 5 pm was when I’d happily lie down on the black and white tiled linoleum, hands propped up under my chin, knees bent, ankles freely swaying back and forth, anticipating the latest episode of Batman.

A half-hour into the show, I’d hear the jingle of my Mom’s keys at the front door. She’d hurry in, and all would be well with the world. After a quick kiss and hello, she’d leave me to my show, and I’d hear her fill in my Nanny on everything that happened at work that day.

Then it would be supper at our quaint kitchen table, perhaps a long walk with our dog afterward, a round of roller-skating up and down the block, or a few games of red light, green light with the neighborhood kids. Then we’d retreat inside for bath time.

Long days at grammar school meshed into longer days at high school, but 5 pm was always a time to look forward to because my mom was soon coming home. No matter what happened that day, we could hash it out together in front of the black-and-white TV set on the kitchen table.

Years later, I recreated so many things about my childhood days with my kids, from the TV on the kitchen table to sharing our days during dinner.

Ever since I lost my mom five years ago, Mother’s Day hits a little differently. It brings back so many memories, being a kid, my teen years, and later on, watching her with my own kids. So many sweet, irreplaceable moments because my kids loved her so much and she loved them back, insanely.

In early months, I’d just fall apart every time those memories came up (which was all the time). Eventually, I tried to push the feelings down, thinking maybe that would make it easier, but it wasn’t any better; it was just different.

There is no rulebook for losing your mother. How can there be?

She was the one constant, loving person with me my entire life, my biggest cheerleader, confidant, and best friend in every sense. There is an emptiness inside me that verges on inconsolable.

Yet many times, I can feel her with me. There have been so many signs from her that I know without a doubt were her way of comforting me and sometimes just saying hello. There were also times over the past few months when she would make me laugh, and I knew it was her, totally and fully.

For a long time after she passed, it felt like living in black and white with no hint of color, let alone Technicolor. But here’s the thing: I know she would want me to seek out the brightest 3D I could find. She’d want me to live my life to the fullest in every possible way.

In the silence of the 5 pm hour now, when the kids are out and I turn off my TV and allow myself to bathe in the silence, I can almost hear her nudging me along, telling me she is always with me, and for the moment, I feel better.

They say that in death, the spirit does not die, it simply changes and leaves the body. Apparently, the spirit that loved potato salad, Elvis, a hearty laugh, and pretty pink flowers still exists, just as it did in the body, only it’s in a whole new, yet nearby realm. This thought comforts me.

Sometimes, I’ll talk to Mom, and I know she hears me. My sister and I have gotten confirmation of that repeatedly.

So I am trying fervently, desperately, to adjust to this new relationship with Mom on the other side. It is the very hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Many times, in those moments, through unbridled tears, I hear her saying, “Danielle, I am right here.”

I know you are, Ma.

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