A Letter To The Motherless At Christmastime
This may be your first Christmas without your mother or it may be your 50th Christmas without her. Either way it sucks. Plain and simple.
There is absolutely no love in this world like the love of a mother. There is a void that cannot and will not ever be filled, no matter what anybody tells you. You don't miss her today any more than you will tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. The holidays are just another painful reminder that she is no longer physically here. As you watch friends celebrate with their moms, please remember that yours is tucked away deep down in your heart where she will forever stay. As the wind blows through your hair, know that it is her gentle and loving touch. As the cold winter sun shines on your face please remember the warmth in your mother's heart through all of the days she had on this earth. She didn't want to ever leave you and she still hasn't left you.
Your mother was greater than this world. I know sometimes life just doesn't seem fair and it never will but please, please don't cry, for your mother would want nothing more than to see you smile. I feel the pain within your heart as another day passes by without her. She doesn't want you to be sad. She wants you to honor her life in the best way possible, and that way is to live it. Live it for you. Live it for her. I know it is sometimes easier said than done and sometimes words just don't help and I know this because I lost my beautiful 48-year-old mother two and a half years ago to lung cancer, when I was 24.
As my 3rd Christmas without my mother approaches, I have come to find that the best way to heal is to remember. Remember her. Remember the sorrow, remember the love, remember everything. Talk to her, she's always listening. And simply cherish the time you did have with her and the memories you have made. I want you to know that during this holiday season, you are not alone. You are never alone. All of our mothers are watching over us from heaven this Christmas...and every day, for the rest of our lives.
Happy Holidays to all of the motherless out there. Celebrate her, start a new tradition, live life to the fullest, and most importantly remember that even through the darkest of days, life still goes on.
This post originally appeared on justjennarose.com.
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Jenna Rose Lowthert was inspired to write her book “Life Goes On..?” after her mother passed away on May 27th, 2013 after a 10-month battle with stage four lung cancer. Her mom was only 48 years old, and her courage and strength was truly amazing. When her mom passed away Jenna's world was crushed, but she found treasures she left behind that told a story of a mother’s undying love for her children. Jenna wrote “Life Goes On..?” in just seven days with the intent to inspire those who are fighting cancer, to keep on fighting and for those who have experienced tremendous loss as she had. You can view more at justjennarose.com.