Lady Lee, thank you so much for this post. This is the first year that I can show how upset this holiday makes me, and it has helped me (although you all have made me cry) to read the other posts.
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Dear Mom,
I miss you so much. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you, about how easy it was to talk to you when I needed to. I know you'd be happy I have left the JWs. It's odd because if you hadn't died, and Dad too, I would probably still be in it. And miserable. Yes, Dad died too, just after you.
I haven't talked to you wherever you are, first, because I couldn't believe you were anything but 'sleeping' and in God's remembrance, and now, because I don't know what to believe. I know that you've been in my dreams, and there's a small part of me that hopes that it really is you, somehow speaking to me.
I met a man, Mom, a really good man. Just like your Bruce. In one of my dreams you met him, and you liked him a lot. I know if you were alive you'd adore him. He makes every bit of pain and heartache I went through for all those years worth it. I know you'd be happy, no, ecstatic, and you'd probably be bugging me for grandchildren. And you'd have all the crocheting done for the next 20 years in about a week. hehe
I wish so many things I could make different, things I did that hurt you. I don't know if you know but I was devastated at hurting you by not phoning you on Mother's Day for all those years. I know I phoned you all the time, but I feel small and selfish for not seeing through all the crap sooner and not acknowledging you on that day. I can't ever undo that, but I can resolve to remember you on that day now, and honour you now. I know it's not the same, but it's all I can do.
I'm back in school, Mom. I always wanted to study English and now I am. I know that you never got to fulfill your educational dreams and when (not if, when) I finish this, it will be because you started me on the road and you encouraged me through everything. I never failed to know that you were proud of me, that you loved me. When I lost you, I lost the best friend I ever had, the one person who knew me inside out and that is the biggest gaping hole that will never be filled. Some days all I want is to feel you hugging me, or hear your voice say everything will be okay. Some days I just imagine you doing that...it's not the same, but it does help.
If I never get the chance to say another thing to you, even like this, I want you to know that I love you, that I am the person you taught me to become, and that I'm happy. You 'gol darn gone and done good'. :) We're taking care of Bruce for you; your garden is beautiful as always, and the quails are woohooing nightly.
Love always,
Me