This year has been a little bitter sweet also. She died on a Sunday, and the Sunday that Musical at East High was held. This year, it was a Sunday again, and Musical was also today.
I had to work today. Sitting at my desk all day long, I kept wondering if it was better for me at work, keeping my mind off of this day. Or if I should have just stayed home in bed, in the fetal position, and let Richard deal with the daily worries. I don't know.
There are times when I don't think I will ever get over the loss of my Mother. You never know how much you need someone until you are slapped in the face with the knowledge that you will never see them, hear their voice, hold them, hear their laugh or have them a phone call away again in this life.
When she died, one of my co-workers told me that she had also lost her Mother during the holiday season. She told me something that I don't think I will ever forget. She told me that it will never get better, but it will get easier. I believe that is true. The pain will never ever go away, but it gets easier to deal with as time goes on.
Mother's Watch
by Andrea Hill
I sit beside you, Mom
On death's doorstep you lay
As I bow my head to pray
The world to me shut off
The silence here is thick
Alone just you and I
And your watch's rhythmic tick
I block out all my pain
And loss I'm sure to feel
I concentrate now deeply
On the tick your watch reveals
I sit here now for days
And hear the rhythmic sound
I contemplate you being gone
The thought now seems profound
The time for you is near
To enter Heaven's Gate
I'll stay here by your side
Until your journey is complete
It's months now since you've passed
My wounds are healing slow
I want so much to hear your voice
To see your smile's glow
I lay my head upon my wrist
When my feelings are too strong
I hear your watch's rhythmic tick
And know you're never gone