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The Broken Mother’s Day

To the mother that has to experience this Mother’s Day without one of her children.  

I’m so sorry. 

I know that you’d do anything to bring your child back to you. 

I know because I would too. 

I would do anything to bring my son, Bo, back to me. 

This is my third Mother’s Day without him. 

I want to tell you that it gets easier. 

I want to tell you that you won’t have bad days. 

But I think we both know that I’d be lying. 

Bad days happen now. 

They are much worse than the bad days we once thought we knew. 

Back when we still had our innocence. 

When we still had our children here. 

I know that these bad days come more frequently, now. 

Especially when our mountain is right in front of us. 

The anticipation of Mother’s Day is so hard. 

It’s the “building up” of the day that gets us. 

It’s my third Mother’s Day without my Bo. 

And it still hurts. 

But the mountain will soon pass. 

This Mother’s Day will pass too. 

You have to hang on. 

I know it hurts, but you have to keep going. 

This day will pass. 

And the next will too. 

And you will emerge a beautiful diamond. 

Because that’s who you are. 

A beautiful warrior. 

Who sometimes needs the reminder,

That You CAN do this. 

And that you are not alone

You are loved

You are valued

Be gentle with yourself. 

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