I am writing this letter for my mother, to let her know how I am doing. She recently moved to heaven.
Writing assignment #16
Dear mom.
Actually, I never called you Mom. I always called you by your first name: Annita. Later I jokingly called you Mommy. Yes, when I think back to you, I think back to my mommy. So I’m starting over.
Dear mommy.
A year ago we went to athletics together. Nice hopping with my mommy. I thought it was like a tea party, nice and lame talk. I enjoyed seeing and speaking to you so often. It’s just very strange that you don’t walk around here anymore. That we can no longer discuss or agree on anything. I was already thinking that it was time for a sauna visit or some shopping with the regular breakfast, lunch and snack stops. I’ll have to think of something else for that.
I must honestly admit that I don’t dwell much on the past, and you wouldn’t want that either. I look back with great fondness on the time we had and the many wonderful memories we have. When I saw The Cycle of Grief last week, I cried really hard, but not out of desire or from being hung up on you, more because I understand the phases. Sometimes I am of course sad and it hurts, I would much rather have had you here for another 30 years. I think I’m in the acceptance phase now. Just like you were, I also keep it positive and look back on our life together with great pleasure. The book Learn to Die has also given me a completely different view of death. Death is not bad, it is inevitable. We have a special connection, so I’m sure I’ll see you again someday, one way or another.
See you then, dear mommy.
Your daughter.
