This is one of the photographs I shared with her that month: “lovely,” she said, and mentioned that I’d sent photographs of this street before, and that’s true, because I have appreciated observing the way that strip of birch trees changes with the seasons. Small changes. Big changes.
Grief is ultimately a solitary experience in this culture, yet as one friend said, we can find solace. I’m fortunate that my partner met my mother when he was in his early teens, so he has his own set of memories with and about her, which has been a great comfort. And my other high-school best friend met her a couple years later, visited weekly when her daughter was young, and she had enjoyed a visit with her last year after lockdowns lifted.
As an only child, raised by a single mother, I wonder whether grieving wouldn’t be easier in company, but I’m so fortunate to have kind and understanding friends–and colleagues–who have offered so many different kinds of love and support…so vital to me that I’m sure that not’s expressing it adequately. And, after all, just because two people share a loss does not mean that they have anything else in common, or even feel that loss similarly, so I think this is the best kind of company.
I’m so grateful for every single person who is reading this, who has already reached out with warmth and love, whether because I seemed to have disappeared or because one friend shared the news with another and news travelled.
And I’m also grateful for every kind thought expressed below. Especially knowing that it could be a long time, before I can bring myself to reply. The pace of digital life seems overwhelming and I am offline almost completely. (If you are an editor reading this, don’t worry if that seems to negate terms previously discussed–I will honour our agreements.)
My reading has been erratic and I flag different passages now, whilst my thoughts are preoccupied. This passage from a mother to her daughter comes from Debra Adelaide’s Orange-Prize nominated novel, Household Guide to Dying (which, ironically, I had requested from another library early in January, so it landed on the hold shelf for me while we were away);
“‘You know,’ she murmured into my shoulder, ‘you know, more than anyone what it’s going to be like for me. You’re my only child.'”
Some days I binge-read and sometimes I go for days unable to even touch a book. Some days I read about grief and sometimes I reread just my favourite parts of the happiest stories I can find.
Over the years, I’ve read about how so many of you have coped with losses, how one’s appetite for story can be both resistant and insatiable when one is grieving. I have seen how grief compelled some of you to write more posts and some of you to write fewer. Some of you have shared the news immediately and others have kept grief close and quiet. And all of this is a helpful reminder that each of us finds an individual path through loss.
If anyone wants to share literary suggestions, or to comment on something that worked or did not work in troubled times, I might try to gather them into a post at some point, but no promises: I might simply post photographs or quotations for some time.
Thanks for reading this and I hope you and yours are keeping well and safe, finding solace in and out of stories.
I’m so sorry for your loss. And I’m sorry also that this comment has come so late. I hope you’re doing ok.
I’m so sorry to hear this Marcie.
I hope you can take comfort from all our wonderful blogging friends rallying around you with bookish love and support and kind words.
We’ll be here when you’re ready to come back, in whatever way you’d like to come back.
I am so sorry to be late with my condolences, I must have missed this post, and it was not until Bill from The Australian Legend mentioned MMARM that I realised I hadn’t had BIP posts popping into my inbox.
And now I know why.
Take your time, and come back to us when you are ready. Lisa xo
I am sorry to read of your loss. There is no easy comfort although, as you say, it helps to have people you are close to who have their own memories of your mother. I found when I lost my father that I didn’t want to “recover” or “get over it” as that seemed to negate how important he was to me. Everyone has to mourn in her own way and own speed. Sending good thoughts your way!
Constance
Oh Marcie! I put this post aside to read later having no idea what it contained. I’m so sorry for your loss. As you may remember, I lost both of my parents within two weeks of one another, seven years ago this July. The grief still comes in fits and starts evolving over time. I do hope this weekend is not too difficult. Siblings can help with the heavy lifting that follows the death of a parent, but in my experience the grief is a necessarily a lonely road. My brothers are both married into large extended families, so as a single parent with two children who had just lost their beloved parents it was a challenge for a while. But it did lead to my reconnection with two of my favourite cousins so that has been a comfort. I’m sure reading will return to its normal rhythms in time. Care for yourself this summer.
I’m sorry to hear this. After my mother died in 2010, I felt so bereft, and often still do, but she is still part of my life, daily, as I do things she used to do (hanging out laundry in a particular way, stopping every morning around 10 to drink coffee and catch up with myself, enjoying hummingbirds at the feeder, the first daffodils, news of the world coming from friends and family members). I use the silver she collected before she was married, which she never used herself (saving for special event…but to me there’s nothing more special than a meal with my friends and family), I wear her Harris tweed coat in winter (the lining still smells of her perfume), I am more understanding of her quirks and difficult opinions. So I carry her in me and she goes on…
I am so, so sorry, Marcie. I had been thinking about you and hoping you were okay. Please take your time and be kind to yourself, the books and the posts will be there when you feel up to it, whenever that may be. I wish I had something to say that would be of help but I don’t – just know that there are many like myself who are wishing you nothing but the best.
I wish I had wise advice to offer, six months on from my own loss, but I still feel adrift somewhere in disbelief. Maybe it will be years before I can look back with any sort of clarity. A book club friend lost her mother earlier in the month and I found I had no words beyond the cliches. (I also expect her experience was very different in that her mother had dementia and had been in a care home for years.) You’re right that it’s a solitary journey. Even my sister and I are processing things differently, I think. Yet it is a comfort to have someone to share memories with, so I’m glad you have people in your life who also remember your mother fondly. The raw grief shows up at unexpected times for me. I cry frequently at books now, or for no reason; or I suddenly get angry, and might not know why.
The dearest thing anyone has said to me thus far (a friend of my mother’s, in an e-mail) was simply this: “It is so hard to lose your mom but as your life unfolds you will see her in your mirror and will hear her in your speech. She is a definite part of you and will always be with you in your memories.”
I wonder if you’ll be drawn to shorter narratives — short stories, essays, novellas, poetry volumes — as well as lighter comfort reads. If you’ve not already read MA’s latest story collection, I recommend it. There are some lovely, bittersweet stories that arose from her widowhood.
Thinking of you.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Take care of yourself. Sending hugs overseas.
I’m so sorry to hear this Marcie, I was wondering where you had gone. Although I’m relieved you are alright physically, I’m so sorry you are suffering. I hope you can find solace in a few different things right now; a cup of tea, a good book, a nice view out our window. Hugs to you! xo
I am so sorry for your loss. Take care, and be kind to yourself. xx
I’m so sorry for your loss and my heart goes out to you. I lost my dad more than 20 years ago and I understand how complex grief can be. Spend time with loved ones and be kind to yourself. I hope you find a lot of comfort in your memories of your mom.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Marcie. There’s really nothing I can say that could make it better, but, if I may, I’d like to give you a big virtual hug.
Take your time. Talk to us when you can. And thank you for letting us know how you are. These overlapping bookish circles are not very big and it’s a worry when someone goes missing.
So sorry to hear about your mother. It’s tough no matter what, and then she was the one for you. It’s interesting what you say about it being especially hard as an only child–and I have to imagine that’s true. My brother helped–and I helped him, I’m sure–when our parents passed away. My father was an only child–and close to his parents–and it makes me think about what it must have been like for him. Keep well!
Take care. As others have said, take things at your own pace: grief is an intensely personal journey.
I’m so sorry for the loss of your mother, Marcie. You are right, grief is always an individual process we all must go through and somehow it’s different for everyone. It does help to have those around you reaching out with support and care, but it’s still unique to each of us. The sudden death of my mother has been the most difficult emotional experience in my life. I remember feeling as though I was hyperventilating for months and feeling like my nerve endings had no skin covering them.
I wish I could give you book suggestions, but I don’t remember what or how much I read. Walking and being in nature helped as did creating artwork, I found working with my hands a solace. Words are inadequate I know, but maybe the best advice I can offer is to listen to yourself and your feelings and do what is best for you.
Ah now I understand why we haven’t seen so much of you lately. Your question is a difficult one to answer because each of us experiences grief in a different way and we never know in advance how we will react. Each day is also different. There is no right or wrong way to respond, no formula that will help unfortunately. Just know that those of us who have come to know you via the blog, are thinking of you and holding your hand as you go through these troubling times.
Oh, I’m so sorry to hear this. I had wondered about your absence here, and am sending all best wishes from across the pond. I find reading a comfort always in times of stress, and as Ali says old favourites are so often a help. Our responses to grief are always different, but if you did want to read anything relating to that, may I mention “Mourning Diary” by Roland Barthes? It’s a book I wish I’d had to hand when my dad died in 2015. xx
I’m so sorry to read your news, Marcie. I had wondered where and how you were. Sending much love to you and hoping that you’ll find some comfort. xx
Oh, Marcie. I’m so sorry to learn of your mother’s passing. You are in my thoughts. Big hugs, xx
Condolences. After my mother died, it took me about a year to grieve the immediate loss; I remember writing on my blog that after about a year it felt like I had skin again, like people could mention “mother” or I could think of her without feeling like something was rubbing the open wound.
I am so very sorry for your loss. Loss and grief is so huge, so personal and hard to live with. You need to take things at your own pace, including reading, which it sounds like you’re doing. I can’t remember what I read when we lost dad, that bit is a blank, but I think old favourites or perhaps short pieces would be a good idea. I am thinking of you, take care. xx