- My 16th birthday
- High School Graduation
- Getting accepted to college
- Moving into college freshmen year
- Meeting my boyfriend/future fiance
- Graduating from college
- Getting my first out of college big kid job
- Getting engaged
- Planning my wedding
- Wedding dress shopping
These are just a few to name. The list goes on an on. Everyday I have something that happens where I just wish I could pick up the phone and call her and talk to her for advise, tell her I love her, ask how her days' going. On and on. Like I said the life events get more and more significant as time goes on.
To name a few she's going to miss as life goes on.
- Watching me walk down the aisle to marry my best friend
- Being there for the birth of my kids
- Being a grandmother and helping me raise my kids
- Holidays, birthdays, family vacations.
Thinking about all the things she has missed out and is going to miss gives me the worst anxiety. I want her to be here for all these things and experience them along side me. What am I going to do when I'm freaking out on my wedding day and I need her advice to calm me down. What am I going to do when I'm raising my first child and I need her help or I'm tired and need her help. What am I supposed to do without my biggest support system.The worst part is that I know these were her biggest dreams. To see my fall in love, to raise a family, to be successful. Believe me, I know that if I told anyone this they would say "well you've made it this far without her, you can handle it, just deal with it when the time comes" I've had plenty of people say this to me and don't get me wrong, I can handle it when the time comes. But me handling it is putting on a fake smile for everyone around me and then the second I am by myself behind closed doors I am breaking down. Most people have assumed that I have handled all these situations with such grace and dignity but they don't see the real me. Breaking down, crying myself to sleep for months. Cutting myself. Contemplating life. Punching walls. Screaming. No body see's the real me. And that's okay. Nobody needs to see the real me. All they need to see is fake happy me. I'm getting so far off topic here.
Back to the topic I intended to write about. Every time I experience another piece of life without mom it gets a little harder to put my broken heart back together. Every day is another day without her and more miserable than the last. Like I've said before. Time does not heal wounds (hence the name of the blog). As time goes on things are going to get harder and the only thing that is going to help me get through these events is the support of my closest family and friends.