๐ฅ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฎ
Earlier this year, I wrote about losing my mom. Putting parts of that journey into words has been part of my healing.
Recently, a quote found me, from Patti Smith:
โ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐๐จ๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉโ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ก. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐, ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ชโ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ค ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐จ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐.โ
Iโm still riding the waves of grief, moment by moment, milestone by milestone. Iโve made it through the holidays and her birthday - now, with Motherโs Day approaching, Iโm reflecting on how to honor her as I continue to heal.
I cared for my mom, who had been sick on and off for 30 years. Last summer came the worst diagnosisโpancreatic cancerโwhich quickly ravaged her. I remember a video call with her doctor after the diagnosis. He asked her to describe herself, and she smiled and said, โ๐โ๐ข ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง. ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ." I had never heard her say that, and it struck me deeplyโit resonated because I feel the same: I grow and develop people. Even in that overwhelming moment, a seed of connection was planted that continues to grow.
Our garden has become a space of growth and remembrance. Mom loved gardening. So do I. Over the years, I gave her many plantsโnow they mean the world to me, reminders of our shared joy in giving, growing, and nurturing life. Rituals, like plants, help me process loss. Years ago, I was given wind chimes after losing a beloved dog. That kind gesture became a tradition. Now, my garden holds space for remembranceโfor my mom, my grandma, and my dogs Holden and Gidget. When I hear the chimes or see the plants, I remember. Through these small rituals, I witness their lives and share their gifts. This Motherโs Day, Iโll plant something Mama wouldโve lovedโa living remembrance.
The quote reminded me that while grief can consume, remembrance can be creative and connective. Tending our own gardenโand small moments like reflection, planting, listening, storytelling, and wind chimesโcan stitch us back together. Transformation, ritual, and riding the waves of grief are all part of healing.
To anyone grieving this Motherโs Day:
Be gentle with yourself. Grief has no timeline.
Remembrance comes in many forms.
Give yourself space and grace.
Find a ritual that honors your loved one and feels right to you.
๐๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐โ๐ฑ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐๐, ๐น๐ฒ๐โ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐ธ.