Elizabeth Edwards left behind 3 kids, her oldest is about the same age as me so I feel like I have pretty good idea what she's feeling right now. She was pretty open about her diagnosis so I'm sure in some ways she tried to prepare them for this but truthfully there is no such thing. Losing your mom at such a young age is hard.
My sister asked me recently if anything will ever feel like a happy occasion again. For us, there's always something... someone... missing. I'm sure with time it will ache less but I'm sure we'll always feel that way. A few days before my mom passed away, she cried over how much she was going to miss out on. I tried to reassure her that she'll have the best seat in the house, but I know at the time that it was only words. Until she said it, I never thought of it. I'm choked up right now thinking of the big things that she'll miss... engagements, weddings, grandkids. All I pray is that on each of my sister's wedding days, I say the right thing because Lord knows... it's going to be a little tougher for the girls.
Which is why my heart goes out to her children, especially the younger 2.
I thought I would share a poem my dad found and sent to me. Reading it reminded me that no matter what happens, there are two ways to look at things.
You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.