I began a journey through the grief process on April 20, 2022, at about 9:40 pm. I was walking down the hall of level 2 at Memorial Hospital in Chattanooga, TN. I was coming to the elevator with a column in front of it. This column has a painting of two red birds sitting peacefully in a nest. I looked up from my feet and realized that sooner rather than later, I would be making this walk after losing my mother. In less than 24 hours, I was proven correct.
Grief is something that I, like almost everyone I would assume, has encountered during some time throughout life. The worst grief to this point I remember feeling was the three losses I had 20 years ago. My mother’s parents and my uncle passed away in 2022 in about the span of 9 months. I was in my early twenties and I will be completely honest, it was all a blur.
In my 40’s, I am forced to face everything head on. I am no longer numb to the feelings experienced throughout the grief process. I have little ones (that aren’t so little) that are looking to me to learn how to grief. I have pressures and responsibilities of not only my life, but now wrapping up the live of another.
And the person I lost was not just someone I loved. This is someone I love, admire, and seek to make proud. This is someone who overcame obstacles and showed me that anything is possible with hard work and determination. She overcame so much but achieved so much more. She is truly my definition of success.
Throughout this blog series, I will discuss the shock, the grief, and what thriving in the face of devastation looks like. Big words for someone that is less than 72 hours separated from an amazing loss, but my mother asked me to have a great life, to be happy, and to do great things in my life. I will mom.