I am so sorry about your Mother. I lost mine on January 25, 2002. I was 48, too young to be without her, if you know what I mean. You think they will always be here. It is now 4 1/2 years later, and I want you to know that it is still just as hard, but different.
My mother didn't have cancer. She suffered just the same....for 5 years....and she didn't want to leave us either. I fought for so long to get the memories of her last week out of my head just long enough to sleep through a nite. I struggled and I ached so badly that I didn't want to live without her. (I kept these feelings inside...no one knew. Everyone thought I was doing so well.) I thought things would never get better.
I want you to know that they do. I still ache, I still struggle, but not with the bad memories and the suffering, and not to find answers. I can finally think of her with sweetness and love, and not the suffering. I see God's plan in the way things happened, and I feel his comfort and love. She would have wanted that. She loved me so much that she wouldn't want me to suffer forever without her.
I ask God to let me feel her hand on my cheek, her kiss on my forehead, hear her voice....anything to know she is still with me. As close as we were, I would expect to be able to do that. But it never happens. I know how much she loved me, and therefore, I know she is with me. She wouldn't have left us without making that deal with God. Everytime I see a creature of God's, a bloom, a sunset, hear one of her favorite songs, look at my hands, hear her words come flying out of my mouth, see her smile in the mirror....I know she is right by my side...loving me still....forever. My struggle gets easier, the ache duller, the sweetness and love greater. Time doesn't heal, but it definitely makes us stronger---and wiser.
I hope I have helped ease your pain some, and given you hope and peace for a good nite's sleep. We are sisters in our loss. The hardest thing I have ever had to experience is the loss of my Mom. I told her a part of me would always be with her, and a part of her would always be with me. That's how we lived.....that's how I go on. Your pain will ease, the sweetness will grow, your love for each other will shine brighter. It does get better. Just hold on.
I love you, Sister, and I am praying for you.
Connie