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I’m guilty of not looking at the calendar on the weekends unless I have something planned. When I got to work this morning I flipped my calendar past the weekend and landed on today’s date. July 28.
I missed the 5th anniversary of my mom’s death yesterday. It’s morbid, yes, but I like to light a candle and remember that day. Not because I like the pain, but because it brings things into perspective. Life is short. Death is permanent. No matter how much time passes you never stop hurting or missing special people. It’s so important to live life and create our own happiness.
January 2003
Mother, I Don’t Mind The Pain
by Saundra L. Washington
When you died my dearest, blessed mother,
I had no sights or thoughts for tomorrow.
My soul experienced a wrenching eruption
Of pain and grief and excruciating sorrow.
The anguish of spirit: so unbearable;
The agony of mind: so intense,
The suffering in body: so unceasing,
Against all: I had no defense.
Nevertheless, beloved, I need you to know,
And I pray you can hear what I say.
I don’t mind the pain I’m going through.
It’s a small price, for our love, to pay.
We knew that one day we would have to part;
That death would come by in due time.
Birthday at the cottage
We knew how hard it would be for the other,
Who had to courageously linger behind.
But we knew our bond was worth the cost,
And valued each moment together we shared.
Now that I must without you go on,
The pain of my loss I will not be spared.
I wouldn’t, if I could, give my pain away.
It’s special and mine all alone.
It affirms all the love that I felt for you,
And in me, it can only be known.
So mother, though the pain of grief I endure
Will gradually and slowly subside.
The strength of the love that you and I share,
In the core of my heart will forever abide.
