I am a person that is big on having FAITH. I learned as I got older. But when I lost my Mom, my faith was shot. I was angry & hurt, but mostly ANGRY!
The people that really know me know I was a mama’s boy. I thought, “Why her? As good of a person as she was, WHY HER?”
I know we were taught not to question The Most High, but at that time, I did! People were coming up to me asking, “how was I doing?” My eyes red as hell from crying, exhausted due to being up all night. In my mind, I wanted to cuss, but I didn’t. But I didn’t know how to answer. When I go to funerals now, I still see her in the casket, and it hurts. The statement “She’s in a better place” was made and I got heated because to me the better place was here because WE still need her.
To those of you grieving right now, don’t rush it. It takes time. It’s been three years and I’m still struggling with depression. My mom was my confidant. I share my journey because MOST men are scared to because of society, but I don’t care.
- Why Her
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