Sunday’s are hard…
Growing up my mom was the cantor at almost every mass I attended. For some reason, ever since she has passed away, anytime I hear a song from my childhood sung at mass I find myself unable to hold back the tears.
I’m no stranger to crying in public, and have always felt that if there one place where your tears would be understood it’s within the walls of a church. Yet it’s exhausting sometimes to be constantly trying to reign in my grief. And today…I simply couldn’t handle the thought of dealing with it publicly yet again.
So I didn’t.
I stayed home.
Grief has its moments, and sometimes they are brief and bring smiles and loving memories along with the pain…Other times the grief takes over a whole day and all you can do is hang in there and wait for it to be done.
I miss my mom.
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