As a bereaved sibling people don’t always think of Mother’s Day as impacting me. The ways it does are two-fold. The day is an inescapable reminder for my mother of her loss, therefore I am extra vigilant to support her in any way I can. Yet her choice not to celebrate, albeit one I completely understand and respect, has meant when I think of Mother’s Day I think of Lorna, and her death.
Growing up my parents loved their respective days, and I miss those carefree moments when life felt infinite. My mother and father will always be Lorna’s parents, death cannot take that away. Nor can death rob me of the joy of memories, of past days with Mother’s Day gifts and celebrations. Yet today it seems a stark contrast from those childhood memories of creating cards in school and bringing them home for my mum. Now I avoid the Mother’s Day aisle in the supermarket and miss those days once filled with joy that now are filled with loss. I also miss the mother I had before my sister died. We have all been inescapably moulded by my sister’s death, our once complete family will never be complete again. This is our reality, and we all learn to live with it however we can.
Tomorrow social media will be filled with idealistic images of family, a painful reminder for those of us with empty seats at our dinner table. They are also just a snapshot in time, things are never as perfect as they seem online. However you celebrate, and whoever you have lost, know you do not need to hold yourself to a perfect ideal. You do not need to celebrate or be happy, you can honour your loved ones in whatever way feels right for you. You can hide in bed all day, keep busy and distracted, or celebrate all you had. This day, this life, is yours. Your grief, your pain, your memories, your love is yours to feel and experience in your way.
Tomorrow I will think of all that has passed and the lifelong journey of learning to live with loss.