I lost her 3 1/2 years ago…seems like yesterday. I helped her die…at the end it was pain suppositories in her ass, because she couldn’t swallow at that point. She was my best friend in this entire world!! My beer drinkin, person to call at any time of nite, for ANY reason, friend. And I can’t find another person even close to that in my life! Husband doesn’t cut it… Just sad tonite…
I am sorry for your loss. However, I’m not sure this is the place to be confessing to assisted suicide.
I do not miss my mother. She may or may not be alive. If alive, she’d be 80, so it’s possible. If I found out she were alive, I’d be tempted to go shopping for a hitman, for reasons best left unsaid.
Yup. Going on six years. I took off her oxygen mask, and after she was gone, I took out her IV. She would have been 70 this April. It’s gotten much easier for me. I hope it does for you, too.
My mother died almost two decades ago. I still miss her, and I expect I always will. She was only 70 years old, and just a few weeks short of her 50th wedding anniversary.
Our mom’s still around. I miss my mother-in-law. She was a real battleaxe but I’ll take her anytime compared with my Wagnerian sister-in-law who’s calling a lot of the shots right now. Wife and kid are living with her.
I miss my mom. Not because she’s dead but because she caught The Crazy (or maybe she always had it and it took distance and maturity for me to really see it…) and so I don’t really talk to her on purpose anymore.
I still have mine, but we lost my mother-in-law nearly 14 years ago. It gets better, but there are still times when I don’t cut it.
Yeah. 28 years ago. She at least got to see one granddaughter (the other is named for her) but she never got to brag about her to her friends. And there is stuff I wanted to ask her I never thought about until my kids were bigger.
It sounds horrible, but I do not miss my Mom.
Well, not always. I miss the Mom who helped me with school projects, who was there and applauded enthusiastically when I played in the school band, and who comforted me when the school bullies decided to have a field day with me. The Mom who had a wicked sense of humour, who couldn’t cook worth a damn, and yet kept us nutritionally-fed and happy in my childhood.
I do not miss the Mom who could not accept that I was growing up. I do not miss the Mom who threatened me with disownment when I (after university graduation) expressed an interest in moving to another part of the country. I do not miss the Mom who discouraged me from getting my own apartment. I do not miss the Mom who, when I said I might like to marry my longterm girlfriend, hauled off and slugged me. Repeatedly. All the while saying, “You can’t hit me back–I’m a girl!”
Mom died 25 years ago. I do not miss the Mom I had when I was an adult. I do miss the one I had as a child.
Maybe I’ve said too much, but it has been cathartic. At any rate, 'nuff said for now.
I do miss my mom. She died four years ago. Growing up, she was strict, but a good mother. I could always go to her for anything. She always had time for me. After I was grown, she was my best friend.
Then, she got sick. She had a very serious heart attack, diabetes, and I think a touch of dementia the latter few years of her life. By the time she died, she had been miserable, angry, and paranoid, for several years, and not the same mother I had known all my life. She totally changed. It was difficult to spend time with her, because her anger, and paranoia sucked all the energy out of those around her. I don’t know how she hung on as long as she did. She was two months shy of her 71st birthday when she died. But, I know she was ready to go at that point, so her death really didn’t upset me too much. That sounds cold, and uncaring, but that’s how it was for me.
So, yeah. I miss my mom, and I guess I always will. I also realize that I lost her several years before she actually died, though. It gets easier over time, and the good memories seem to take precedence over the bad ones. For me, anyway.
I remember walking home one day in my junior year in high school, turning the corner onto my street, and seeing all of my aunts’ and uncles’ cars in the driveway. When I walked inside if found out my mother had died of a sudden heart attack at work. My father had been out of the picture since I was three years old, so at seventeen I was basically an orphan.
She never got to meet my wife, or her grandson. She never got to see me develop my career. And I never really got to know her. I wasn’t a very good son, and I never got to make it up to her.
It’s been nineteen months yesterday. Every damn day.
Yup. Fourteen years now.
I would love to see her reaction to the man VunderKind has grown into.
Yes. 21 years since we lost her in an unexpected turn of a long illness. 34 years since I lost my dad, in the middle of a stupid ongoing argument. Miss 'em both every day.
I have some great parents in law, which helps, although both are getting up there in years and I will have to be seeing my wife go through their loss far too soon.
7 years…not a day goes by without Her.
10 years. And, yes.
I lost my mom (and my dad) just three months ago as mentioned here. I miss them both everyday. My mom’s death wasn’t a complete surprise, but watching her lose her mind to dementia was devastating. I have one sibling, an older brother, whose company I don’t particularly enjoy. Our mom was the glue that held the family together … without her, I think we’ll move to our separate corners and probably never speak again.
Yes, I miss her a lot. She died when she was 43, in 1974. I think of her every day, especially since my sister died a week ago. Now I think of them both.
Yes, so much. Almost exactly two years. It hurts too much to look at directly, to be honest. So mostly I don’t. That’ll come when I’m ready I know - it’s been 18 years since my dad.
I was with her when she passed, and I miss her every day. For 10 years, after my father passed, I lived with her and we shared our lives on so many levels.
If my parents were still alive, they’d be 100 years old now.