I hate being negative, but purple reminds me to the dead, because is the colour of the funerals in the church.
I have too recent my mom’s funeral, with all the priests dressed in purple chasuble, singing songs about the everlasting life, in wich I firmly believe.
It was a very sad day, because is always hard to say good-bye. Above all when there is so much love involved.
Now her home is no longer a home, but a strange empty place. It was also a day of hope, because she went to a better life, stopped suffering and finally rested. And I’m sure she’s now with dad in heaven, wich was her biggest wish.
But we, down here, would like to have her more time, to hear her stories, laugh with her, feel her love for us, her children.
I have spent my last five years taking care of her since she had a stroke. I still getting up in the morning thinking: I have to go to take care of mom… And then the harsh truth strikes my mind like a hammer. I have no longer where to go.
Well, I have found places to go and things to do, but without mom.
My life has changed completely.I miss her badly.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for contributing your thoughts.
Thank you
its a painful thing to lose a loved one. On one level, we know its a good change for them, but down here in the land of daily living, there is such a hole. Peace to you.
That’s exactly how I fell. Thank you for your thoughts
Thank you for sharing this. Such a heartfelt reminder to celebrate those who are alive. Your love for your mother shines through each word.
I’m glad I was able to convey the love I feel for her in my post . Thank you for your kind comment
My heart is hurting for you. A mom is so special and it leaves a big hole in our hearts and our lives when they die. I miss my mom terribly.
I appreciate your support. It’s true, nothing can replace the love of a mom, Thank you for your comment
I’m so sorry for your loss.
Thank you for your kindness
Just as you miss her, she surely misses you while up with your dad. Every time you see a purple flower in a yellow field it will be her soft reminder that purple can still be beautiful alongside being tragic.
I’m beginning to smile at her memory. She was always so cheerful. I remember her bright smile and that brings me peace to my soul