I read this and it was a What I Know for Sure moment for me. My Mom and Dad are always close and right there when I need them. I always talk to them and see their faces everyday with the pictures I have of them all around our home. Each night I see them on my nightstand before going to bed and again first thing in the morning when I wake up. So reading this post by Carson Daly hit home for me. I am at peace with where they are (although of course I miss their physical presence in my life) and knowing that I will see them again. Oh...and if this doesn't solidify it...I sent the post to my sisters last night, and had to resend a few times to Kerry because at first she couldn't open it. But when she did and responded back to me through messenger about a half hour later to say how much she loved it...the time stamp of her message was "11:11". Those numbers are one of the "signs" from my Mom to me! : ) Mom knows. She's there.
Instagram post by Carson Daly:
My mom died 7 yrs ago today. I’ve been working on the road a lot lately & woke up in a hotel room immediately with a heavy heart. My 1st thought was to swing by church & say a few prayers or just dedicate some time today to reflect on her greatness & my gratitude that she was my mom. But then I realized that I didn’t need to. Truth is I think about her every single day. Like hundreds of times a day. I talk to her. Out loud sometimes. I ask her questions or offer thanks when something goes right directly related to how she raised me. I wink at photos of her in my house as I walk by & say thanks mom. I cheers her when drinking a bloody mary or a glass of red. In fact, she’s sorta everywhere. This was all reassured to me in a poem I was given while deep in the grip of crippling grief shortly after her sudden death. (I will post that here too because it really saved me. It still does.) I’ve found great peace & comfort in pretty much just pretending like she’s still alive. We just don’t see each other or text anymore. But how often was that really? Why would all the other thoughts & feelings just stop? They don’t have to. It’s a choice I have. And I choose to honor her still just as much as I ever have. As if she’s still alive. When my kids are in school plays I accept the feeling of pride I know she has. Not would have had. She is there. For all of it. I talk to my kids about her often, so they’ll never forget the love she had for them. I speak about her as if she’s across the country.
It’s a really powerful thing to ignore death’s stereotypes & focus on the power of life. I draw a lot of this from my Christian faith. We’re called to still believe in the absence of flesh. It’s actually not that hard when you believe so wholeheartedly. Anyway, I didn’t mean to get too deep. I just wanted to share my thoughts on my mom. I love you today, I’ll love you tomorrow & if I know anything in this life it’s that I’ll see you in the next. ❤️🍷
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