There is no manual to process grief.
There’s no list that you can check off to indicate completion, and then you finish that chapter and move on.
If I’d describe it like anything, I’d say..
Nothing. There are truly no words to try and explain the anguish, weak knees, knot in your throat, the gut wrenching pain that comes with the passing of your mom.
Your forever cheerleader.
I catch myself saying that I lost my mom.
But, really.. she’s not lost.
I’m the one lost, trying to navigate life in a world without her.
She’s still here.
In the comfort of a crisp fall morning.
In the comfort of a hot cup of tea.
In the comfort of my daughter.
In the comfort of my heart.
She’s still here.
And here she will remain.
Forever, with me.
She is my inspiration in embarking this journey.
And I want to forever keep her and my dad proud.
For it is because of them,
that their daughter can and will fulfill her dreams
and continue to celebrate her roots
our Punjabi roots, together
& simply create 🌱
A punjabi quote that helps ease the pain:
jo khushian naal layondi hai
mein oh ruth hovan tere layi
har janam baney tu Ma meri
te mein hovan lado dhee teri
the one who brings happiness
may I always be that season
in every lifetime, may you be my mother
& I will be your precious little girl
Wherever you are ma.. My heart will be there ❤️
first I counted the seconds, then hours, then days, then weeks..
And now, we’re almost approaching a month..
Without your presence.
Without your comfort.
Without your warmth.
Saying that I miss you
would be an understatement.
My stomach aches
My heart sinks
& I am left speechless
just thinking about this new reality.
Mom, I love you.
Forever, and a day.
may you always watch over us,
with your beautiful everlasting smile 🙏🏼
We’ve been temporarily closed, and a reopen date will be released soon. Thank you for understanding our closure, and being patient with me while I spent time with my family during this unexpected, and hardest part of our lives 🌱