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What Losing My Mum Taught Me About the Concept of Mortality.
Death and Dying have forever been a mystery we wrestle with, fear and struggle with. Here’s my take on dealing with it.
Recently, I’ve been thinking about my Mum a lot. I moved out of home at 17 and didn’t get to see her very much after that, and she passed on a few weeks before my 24th birthday. She comes from a long history of stubborn women with Diabetes who eat cake all the way to grave. She tried to embody that meme that says something about, “race to the end exhilarated!” or something. Like every human on earth, she was stardust of the highest quality mixed with darkness.
My biggest regret was how I didn’t visit her as much as I could’ve fought for; Didn’t call her as much as I should have because I took the thought of her being around for granted. These are quite common regrets that adult children have at this point in their lives.
When I went back for her funeral(which she swore up and down she didn’t want while she was alive) I had no clue what to expect. What I understood is that a funeral isn’t so much for the dead as an opportunity for the living to make a sort of peace with the hole in the fabric of the world now that someone special has gone. It’s a chance for us to get our Histories straight and…
