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Death of Mother

On Fearlessness... and Being Stronger, Together

Marisa Thalberg | Posted 01.23.2014 | Women
Marisa Thalberg

I wanted to reassure her, yet I reflexively looked to her to reassure me. For really, how are we supposed to be fearless when we are faced with the "mother" of all fears: losing someone we so deeply love?

The Number One Lesson My Mother Taught Me

Colleen Crinion | Posted 07.10.2013 | Women
Colleen Crinion

My mother died 12 years ago, when I was 23, and I still miss her, every day. But this lesson of independence, more than any other, has given me the direction I needed to navigate my adulthood without her.

Saving Email, Saving Voicemail, My Mom's Voice

Susan Orlins | Posted 07.10.2013 | Fifty
Susan Orlins

Every adventure I have, every picture I take, I wish I could share with my mom. Hearing her voice and that laugh -- so real, so hearty, so alive -- was like having her right there on the sofa with us, making me feel so happy, so sad.

A Mother's Day Tribute to My Mom

Judi Freedman | Posted 07.07.2013 | Fifty
Judi Freedman

I'm going to wear my pearls this Sunday in honor of my mom, whose name was Pearl. She was a true gem of a mom and a gem of a person. My world will be forever bright because of her. Her love will always shine with me, as will the memories.

How I Arrived 37 Years Late for My Own Mother's Funeral

Jackie Morgan MacDougall | Posted 05.26.2013 | Women
Jackie Morgan MacDougall

It took years to finally bring my children to visit "Nana Janice." Maybe I was afraid to cry, afraid to feel too much in front of others. Maybe I was conflicted, feeling that my grief could be seen as disloyal to the mother who gave me a second chance.

Thirty Years of Remembering

Kara Gorski, Ph.D. | Posted 05.15.2013 | Women
Kara Gorski, Ph.D.

I have come to realize recently that my memories of my mother over the past 30 years consist more of those times when I have felt her presence since her death than when she was alive.

The Hardest Decision I've Ever Made

Shelley Emling | Posted 05.06.2013 | Women
Shelley Emling

At the age of 34, I was the consumer affairs reporter at The Atlanta Journal-Constitution. I was happily married with an 18-month-old son. And my best friend and mother was dying.

Does This Mean I Don't Have a Mommy Anymore?

Helen Davey | Posted 12.04.2011 | Fifty
Helen Davey

As a psychoanalyst who writes about trauma, I recognize that the death of my mother transports me back into that old, familiar, traumatized state, and I feel, once again, eight years old and bereft.

Story's End: How Writing Helps Us Cope With Death

The New Yorker | Meghan O'Rourke | Posted 11.17.2011 | Healthy Living

By Meghan O'Rourke The New Yorker My mother died on Christmas Day, at home, around three in the afternoon. In the first months afterward, I felt an i...