tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86580742009-02-21T08:21:20.043-05:00Expressions of love; my journey from grief.<br /> Letters to mother, an angel, who passed from this life from cancer on September 24, 2004.Darren Weekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702920724776633871noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658074.post-1159440960332267782006-09-28T06:14:00.000-04:002006-09-28T08:35:29.380-04:00

Dear Mom,I feel as though I've grown somewhat accustomed to you not being with us in this world anymore. I have gotten to the point where I can speak of you without breaking down into tears. When I see the things that surround me — things that you've bought or made — they don't rip me apart and transform me into an emotional wreck. It isn't that I don't miss you, but at least the feelings are

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Terry Janet WeeksApril 8, 1948—September 24, 2004She was there as I took my first stepsHolding me gently by the handInstructing me with loving discipline,She shaped me into a respectful young manIt is she, whose guidance has made meThe person that I now amKnowing I shall see her someday againGives me the strength to stand.From:http://www.darrenweeks.net/2004/10/mother.html

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I am posting these on this blog, as it seems appropriate to do so. These are audio posts that I called into the website from my cell phone, while Mom was in the hospital. They are each only a few minutes long. You may have to wait for them to download first, but it should only take a few minutes.September 22, 2004 at 1:22:18 PM Eastern TimeSeptember 23, 2004 at 9:03:26 AM Eastern TimeSeptember 23

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Dear Mom,I just wanted to drop you a line and let you know that I'm thinking of you on your birthday. This has been a day that I have been avoiding in the past, so maybe things are getting a little easier for me when it comes to dealing with losing you in this physical realm.I hope things are going well in your world, where ever that is. It sure would be nice to hear from you.Love, Darren

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Dear Mom,Things have been very busy lately. I've barely had much of a chance to catch my breath, let alone take time out to write you.As you knew, the girls are both members of the United States Figure Skating Association. They have a new coach who has been excellent. She's taken a much more prevalent interest in them. Under her instruction, both girls have made impressive progress. She's gotten

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Dear Mom,I've been trying to concentrate on life's many challenges. I've been trying not to think about you. Being busy with life, makes it possible.Even so, I wonder how you are doing in your new world. I wonder if you ever drop by and see us.People often say that those who pass on to the next life remain nearby, yet I no longer see any evidence that you are with me. I can't help but feel that

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Dear Mom,It's been a while since my last letter. Life seems to pass so quickly. From one event to another, from challenge to challenge, when you pause at various points to survey your progress in life, it seems inconceivably amazing how distant childhood has become. Yet, in mocking contrast, my memories project themselves as if childhood might have occurred only yesterday.How I often long for

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Dear Mom,Sunday was our first Mother's Day without you. I would have written you then, but I was trying my best not to think about it.As I wrote an article about the importance of a Mother's role in society, I thought of you the whole time.You were always strong, independent, and proud. Yet, you possessed a vulnerability that was evident when a soft word from the heart was spoken to you. Your

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Dear Mom,It's funny how odd this life can be. My perspective has changed so much since your departure from this physical world. In my head, I knew that this life was only the preliminary event — that there was something greater and better on the other side. That's what I've always believed. And yet, I was certainly in no rush to get there.Since you left the physical realm, it has caused me to

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Dear Mom,It's been a while since I wrote you. It's certainly not because you haven't been on my mind. In fact, I think of you now much more than I ever did when you were in this world in bodily form.Yesterday was your birthday; you would have been 57 years old.I often wish that I could turn back the hands of time. I wish that I could relive the moments that you were here with us. I wish that I

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Dear Mom, It's been a while since I wrote. However, not a day has gone by that my thoughts haven't been with you. Routine, at times, rescues me from my despair at your departure. The daily demands that I've had to meet have been enough of a distraction that I haven't been tortured by the reality that you're physically gone from this world. I begin to get the notion that I'm moving on.

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Dear Mom,Tonight I deleted your phone number from my cell phone. I hadn't forgotten that it was there. I've known it all along. For some reason, I had refused to delete it. I had to force myself to do it tonight. The phone asked me, Are you sure you want to delete 'Mom'?The realization that I would never be calling you again, caused the emotions to revisit me again. I had thought that I was

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Dear Mom, It's been over two weeks since you passed on from this life. I must confess that I am still finding it difficult to believe you are gone. It's really ironic that I would start writing you letters after you left this world, since I was never terribly good at writing while you were here. Had it not been for e-mail, we might not have stayed in touch. How we take those for granted that we

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