the dead mom club

The dead mom Club

I saw this post on one of my favorite blogs and thought I would do one for those that have lost a mom.

Being a part of the dead mom club isn’t fun, especially during Mother’s Day and Christmas. I don’t know which one is worse. For me probably Mother’s day….to see everyone celebrate with their moms knowing mine is no longer here. It sucks!

I get angry then I get sad. Angry because I often wonder why God took my mom and not other moms who ain’t even half their weight in gold. Then I get sad for thinking that because God doesn’t make mistakes. I’m on the fence most days with this…it has gotten better but sometimes there is a little part of me that asks the questions especially when I see horrible moms….

It’s a club that brings people together. I always connect better when I have that in common with someone. We know what it is…without saying it.

It’s not a fun club either. It’s like a wave it’s up and down and sometimes crashes into you at the least expected times. What keeps me going? I’m able to know that I have an angel in heaven that looks out for me. That is what saves me.

It’s so weird, grief. People keep welcoming me into the Dead Dad Club, or the dead parent club, or the worst club in the world, and I do think that in some ways, we’re all in the same club, but I also feel aware of how many different cliques there are, like Cher giving Tai a tour of the school campus in Clueless — the people who idolized their parent, the people who were still children when their parent died, the people who had unhappy, complicated relationships, the people who were estranged, the people who were surprised. I’m

Emma Straub 

Grief is a weird place to be no matter what club you belong in. When we lose someone we love it hits us all the same.

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