…er died during December. I do not look forward to a world without my mom, even stepmom that she is. I know that someday it will happen, I hope years from now. I also know that the promise I made five years ago was the reason I was there. I honestly wanted her…
And so do I, my cherished friend! There is a story I like to tell about grieving beloved people:
A little girl suddenly lost her mother to a car accident. She became silent. She could neither eat nor sleep. Her father was heartbroken. One day, he decided he needed to give it the last shot.
“Sweetheart, I know how unfair what happened is… I was not ready to lose my wife that early… But, here is the deal, baby love: your Mom didn’t want to leave us. She had plans for you…
She wanted to share all your joys and griefs. She wanted to look at you, one day, and witness an accomplished adult enjoying a meaningful life fueled by intentional choices and by giving back to the world.
She was not ready neither, and seeing you disempowered is hurting her spirit even more. Her body is probably not here anymore, but her unconditional love will go nowhere! Will you listen to her last wish, please?”