It will be 3 years in April since the unexpected loss of my mother. She had a routine medical procedure and ended up dying 4 days later. It has been a roller coaster of emotions for obvious reasons but even more so because our relationship was complicated and strained during her last days.
She had developed an addiction to pain medication years earlier and became a shell of herself. My oldest sister also introduced and kept her supplied on weed, so she was stoned and spent most days in bed. She could be volatile if she didn’t get her needs met, became incredibly selfish, checked out and didn’t want to participate in being a part of our family anymore. I grew up close to her. We would show horses and ride almost daily together.
I had my only child throughout this nightmare and it multiplied the pain! All the memories they would miss and my daughter wondering why her Nana never wanted to spend time with her was gut wrenching.
We also had to endure some very difficult times together. We navigated my father’s incarceration, her successful but scary diagnosis, surgery and recovery through uterine cancer and so many other of life’s trials together. I have two siblings but they didn’t show much support. So, when she started using pills to cope, I was left reeling and started seeking my own ways to relieve pain. It left me using various drugs for a time and dating abusive men.
I eventually met a wonderful man who walked with me through it all.
However, my mother ultimately did the one thing that saved my life and is the greatest gift I ever received! When I was in darkness and pain and she was in the pit of her addiction, she asked me to go to church with her.
I agreed.
It is what ultimately brought me from darkness to life and allowed her to get on methadone and attempt to get sober. It gave her hope.
I walk daily with the Lord now. He is my best friend. Through consistent trust and prayer, I am finally grieving in love and my memories of her are now of the times when life was good between us. I miss her and rejoice over thoughts of our times together far more than hurt in them!!
In my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me-Psalm 120:1
