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How I am dealing with my Mother's Death- one year and a half later.

    Mother's Day has gone by and it was just as painful as it was last year, during the beginning stages of the pandemic. It just sucked. There is no sugar coating about it. Not having my mother, my protector and my best friend here with me is hard but having the constant reminders of that day with ads in the stores and online made it worse.  

    Then I realized there are so many people that are probably feeling this way but feel bad saying it out loud. Well, I don't. Losing my rock, motivator and loving protector will probably never get better. But, I realized that I no longer have to put on a facade for others to prevent from bringing them down. That is not my job or anyone's job that lost their mother to make other's feel comfortable. 

    So, I started this blog for those of us in this particularly 'special club' that nobody wants to be in but we are here.  Now the question is how do we survive being members?

-Sherri M. Littleton

5/17/2021





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