written with her mother Sally Bardach. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and two children.As Mother’s Day approaches, I long to sit beside you, pour you some tea and talk about all the things. I want to hear about your mom. Her name. Her laugh. The worst fight you ever had. Perhaps by our nearness we can consume some of each other’s grief -- anything to lighten the load.I know. My mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer when I was 17.
Thankfully, she outlived the two-month prognosis, surviving for two and a half years. It was the worst time of our lives, but what would become the defining years of our relationship. In those years, we not only regained our closeness, but became friends who confided in each other in a way we never had before.
It’s hard to believe this Sunday will be my seventeenth Mother’s Day without her, especially now that I’m a mom myself. While I can’t promise it goes away, grief does shift over time.1. Anticipation is the worst part.
Happy Mothers Day!❤️
I am running out of words to type.
I am running out of words to type.
This would be a good article for Anderson Coopers his kid to read later in life.
Me & my mom and my beautiful daughters many years ago... Mothers Day!
Awe thank you for this article! Mother’s Day is not the same without my mom! Sometimes I get selfishly jealous of people my age out with their mom! I miss my mom... we always had breakfast in bed served by my daughters many years ago! I will remember that happy memory forever!
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