Tag: grief
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A few years before I moved out of my mother’s house, hummingbirds started nesting in the roof. One, above the front door. Another in the backyard just above the kitchen window. I don’t have a single memory of what they looked like. I didn’t stop to really look. But my mother loved them, and she…
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The brain holds on to memories but so does the body. This morning I drove alone to work and I was struck by the feeling, delirious with it, that I was headed to Utah, my mother beside me. I tried to figure out what it was – the sunrise ahead of me, the particular chill…
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The absent grandmother
I want to have kids, but I don’t want them now. I don’t want them now for several reasons: career, finances, personal situations. But I also don’t want them now because I want to be the kind of mother my mother was to me. My mom loved us. Not in the way that all parents…
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Grieving, in-process
My mom died on January 10th. I guess you could say that means I’m in the process of grieving. Grieving looks different from how I imagined it. I am not immobile in my bed. I am not bursting into tears at inopportune times. My eyes well up when I talk about my mom. I don’t like…
colleen stinchcombe 