I am coming up to the 30th anniversary of my mother's death by suicide. I wrote this to acknowledge the day - this Saturday it will be 30 years since she died. I've never really been able to talk about it, and I usually tell people that she died from a cerebral haemhorrage because it's been easier. I've never marked the anniversaries - I think because it's always been too painful for me. I wanted to share this anonymously. I'm not sure whether I'll have the courage to share it with friends and family on the day.. so this is a trial run to see how it feels to put it out there.
Takk for alt.
Mamma- 30 long years have passed since you've been gone,
Every single day, I miss you and my heart hurts and longs for you.
I miss all that you have missed, all that we could have shared the joy in.
Every joy is tinged with sorrow and regret - and guilt.
You haven't seen or cuddled your 7 beautiful grandchildren
You would have been so proud of them all, and loved them all so much.
And they missed out on you, that's a great loss, and my sadness meant that I could never really share you with them.
Oh I've seen you. I've seen you in each of my baby's newborn eyes,
Making each birth both a joyful and deeply sorrowful experience at the same time.
For years, I followed people in the street that I thought were you. It took me a long time to know deep down in my heart that you were really gone.
You were an amazing Mamma, and I loved you so much.
I'm so sorry for all the worry and pain I caused you as I was growing up.
I'll never understand why you left us the way you did.
I just know that if you had waited, just a couple of years,
Perhaps your path would have been changed by the joys of new life.
I'll always wonder, it will always hurt, it never goes away.
I will always have so many unanswered questions.
I would give anything to have you back with us again.
I'm so sorry I wasn't enough, and that I didn't do enough, and that I didn't know
How painful living had become for you. I live that every day.
I'm doing my best.. i'm trying my hardest. I love you and I miss you so very much.
Sometimes the best I can do is breathe.
Takk for alt.
This was really hard to write.