Mom Grief

Some of the deepest pain I know.

I’ve been trying to come around to writing about my mom for a while now. I’ve also been trying to be able to read and edit my own writing and get back to my native West Virginia.

It’s been taking me so long because each requires more strength than I have had amid the other things going on in my life.

Which resulted from writing about my dad.

What the hell is gonna happen when I start writing about my mom?

Writing about my dad turned a life I thought was safe and comfortable upside down and inside out.

No wonder I’ve been hesitant to rip the scab off the deepest wound.

The mother wound.

But it is March and March is Women’s History Month as well as the month of my mother’s birth and National Quilting Month.

For a column about grief, March seems an appropriate time to turn to my mother wound. As afraid of it as I am.

But first a hello to anyone new to Good Grief this week.

Thank you! Thank you for checking out my words on a topic most people would rather avoid. It takes a certain kind of…