She picked me a handful of flowers today
Marguerites, pansies, some dandelions I had ferociously
attacked last autumn
but which had nevertheless survived
I looked into that expectant face
tendrils of hair falling against the wild flush of summer
in her cheeks
and knew that soon
there would be no more lovingly snatched flowers
or breathless smiles
quite like that
and so although they weren’t my kind of flowers
I put them in a vase
and kissed her
and listened to all the things she was trying to say
for childhood cannot be stilled
or put on hold until that last desperate moment
when,
feeling it flutter its wings against us
we clutch it too tightly,
too late
Like a bird
it will simply struggle
and fly away.
You wrote this poem about me when I was just a little girl, about the age Finley is now I imagine. You always had a way with words, with creativity and imagination being forefront to the hobbies you later developed into an art. So super talented and boy was I proud to be able to call you my mum.
I look back now and wonder if there were some divine intervention at play in my teenage years that neither of us were aware of. When all my friends were going through an ‘I don’t want to be seen dead with my mum’ stage I was looking forward to our Monday after school shopping trip and afternoon tea at McDonalds, not giving a second thought to all my friends and peers being at the same mall in groups, none of them hanging out with their mums for fun as an after school activity. We always used to share a thick shake and cheeseburgers taking it in turns to switch between your favourite, chocolate and my favourite, banana. The boys at school used to stare at us and whisper as they walked past but it wasn’t me they were looking at, it was you! I think you were quietly flattered to have so many young admirers, my to-be future husband one of them (little did I know then!). The cheeseburger tradition on a Monday is now something I share with my own son Finley on a Monday while Cohen is at kindergarten, except I have swapped the milkshake for a flat white. Perhaps the milkshake will make a reappearance in the future but for now with a three year old and two year old (and boys at that!), a strong caffeine infused coffee is more my cup of tea so to speak. These two boys are hard work! You would have loved them to pieces.
I see you in Cohen sometimes, the way he will stare into space away with the fairies imagining who knows what. Nana says that is something you used to do as a child too, lost in your own little world. Cohen is more like me and Finn is definitely his fathers son and yet opposites attract, with Cohen trailing his father around like a shadow and Finley preferring me. Perhaps in later years that will change as I realise more and more just how alike we are as I get older.
I’m 33 now which is only 7 years off the age you were when you found out you had breast cancer. I remember being in New York on 9/11 and your panic at wanting me to come home immediately. As a parent now I understand your panic, but little did I know at the time that part of the reason behind your hurry was that you had just been diagnosed and you needed me home with you. Life was never the same after that with the cancer hanging over us all like a dark cloud, even in remission.
When it came back I don’t think I ever comprehended the finality of it all.
I had loved and lost before, first with Grandad and then with Aunt Deb. But truly, who can imagine a life without their rock and best friend? I recall a friend at high school losing her mum when she was around 16 and I just couldn’t fathom at the time how she had the strength to go on.
Just 5 years later there I stood in her shoes.
I remember it all happening very quickly. One minute we were in a cafe having a lovely lunch as a family and being in denial that the cancer was back and what that meant, the next I was being called into the bosses office at work early in the morning and told to go straight to the hospital because you had been admitted after waking one night with tingling in your legs that turned into paralysis literally overnight. I spent practically every day thereafter at the hospital. To me it seems like it was months but it can’t have been, though I don’t actually remember for how long it was. I remember we used to hang out and talk about our favourite TV shows, read gossip magazines and drink coffee from the hallway coffee cart. I still didn’t comprehend it. Who can?
But you never came home again.
I don’t think even you knew or cared to admit you wouldn’t be coming home. You were still making big plans. You had giant scrapbooks at home filled with all the places you were going to go, some of them the places you had been before when you lived in London as a young, vibrant and beautiful woman full of promise and big dreams, before I came along and forced you to return home. I hope it was a decision you never came to regret, the decision to keep me and do it all on your own. Deep down I don’t think it was ever something you regretted, though it must have been an extreme change of plans for the life you had envisioned for yourself as a dreamy teenager imagining the adventures of Europe and the big impact you would have on the world with your talents. I must have altered your entire path.
Thank you for keeping me.
To this day I regret not being by your side when you passed away and from the depths of my heart, I am sorry. I just couldn’t do it. By then you were a shadow of yourself, you could barely open your eyes and my pain was too great after watching the woman I loved literally fade away to nothing. But in maturity I now see that I should have put that aside and been there the way I would want my sons by my bedside when I pass over. I can’t imagine them not being there. I was 21 and only thinking about myself as so many young people do.
I hope you can forgive me.
I loved you so much.
Grief does funny things to a person. For me it manifested itself in irrational phobias that were never something that I feared before. It zapped my confidence. It locked me in a ‘paddock’, in a comfort zone that I still struggle to this day to step outside of. I didn’t learn to drive until I was 27 because it terrified me. Flying makes my heart race and makes me feel physically ill, so I avoid it at all costs. When walking alone around the neighbourhood or with the kids I am acutely aware of dogs and I am scared a stray dog is going to attack us, however ridiculous that sounds. At one point I wouldn’t even walk out to our letterbox alone. Social situations outside my group of friends are awkward encounters. Going some place new makes me incredibly nervous. Heights. Water. So many crazy things at complete odds with who I used to be before you left. I have heard however that these things are pretty normal and I am working on it for the sake of my own sons, I do not want them to grow up to fear the world. I need to try and make those changes and step outside of my ‘paddock’. It has been long enough.
So Mum …
Happy Mother’s Day for every one of the 12 years that have since passed and the many more to come. You will always be remembered for the Shona that we knew.
Mother, daughter, sister, wife, niece and friend.
You touched so many lives and I hope you know how much you were loved as you took your last breath.
Loved in every sense of the word.
I can only hope I leave behind an imprint on people’s lives as deep as you did on ours.
Never forgotten.
This is so beautiful. So so beautiful.
(yes, I shed a tear)
Thank you
Wow. That’s lovely.
Thanks Lydia
Beautiful Haidee xxx
Thanks Michelle x
It’s always hard at this time of year for those of us without our mums. Sending you a hug in solidarity xx
Beautiful. I lost my mum to Cancer when I was 15. Mother’s day can be tough. What beautiful memories you have. xxx
Sorry to hear about your loss too Jodi, and at a very young age at that. Hugs your way. x
just what I needed to hear. Struggling with Mother’s Day coming up and dealing with a funeral yesterday.
Hope your day went OK Geraldine and your boys spoilt you rotten!
Hugs haidee. xx
Thanks Chon. xx
Thanks for sharing this Haidee – it had me in tears. I have a close relationship with my mama and it’s clear that you had a really special relationship with your mum too xo
Thank you Meagan, hope you spoilt her and showered her with love today 🙂
Dear Haidee, that must have been so hard for you to write. So beautifully written and you have obviously inherited your Mum’s way with words. And isn’t it all the harder only realising how much your Mum must have loved you now you have your own children? Something I really struggle with and wish I would have let my Mum know how much she was loved and appreciated while she was here too. Your mum would be so proud of you Haidee, you are an amazing mum in your own right, so brave and courageous to be sharing all your innermost feelings. I hope you keep writing xxx
Thank you Marie, very kind words and likewise where you are concerned. xx
This is beautiful Haidee… You have made me cry with all the emotion from your letter. Kisses and hugs to you on Mother’s Day
Thank you, hope you had a nice day today!
Haidee this is so beautiful!
What a beautiful poem your Mum wrote for you and beautiful letter you’ve written to her.
Wishing you a very special and Happy Mother’s Day xx
Thank you, I found the poem after she died and it was lovely to read. I should really frame it!
So beautiful.
This made me cry so much. I want this with my daughters.
I’m sure you will Jess. Sorry for making you cry!
That is so beautiful Haidee. Wishing you a lovely Mother’s Day xx
Thank you Tania, you too!
This is so beautiful and heartfelt. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can only hope my daughter will grow up to think so dearly of me when she’s an adult.
I’m sure she will, you only have one mum. Thanks for stopping by. x
Sending some fairy wishes and butterfly kisses your way xx
What a lovely sentiment, never heard that before. Thank you.
This is ever so beautiful. Thank you for sharing such an emotional piece of writing. Wishing you a lovely Mother’s Day.
You have a lovely Mother’s Day too, thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment 🙂
Thanks Haidee for sharing your letter to your Mom… Shona was an incredible person and the most amazing, kind and patient cousin as was your Aunty Deb .. I remember Grandma Hinz’s funeral and you were only a few weeks old and Shona was so proud of you and showing you off and she was so extremely blessed….. I was only young my own self back then, but I can honestly say your mom never regretted having you, you were the light in her eyes and the love in her heart…. she would be so proud of the woman and mother you have become… you also have your uncle Keiths way with words…. My eyes are leaking as I remember the people we have lost, sending you all big hugs xoxo
Thank you Tina, I really appreciate you taking the time to share that memory with me, it means a lot!
That was lovely Haidee, can’t see the screen for tears. Like you said sometimes it still feels like it was yesterday, after Mum died I stopped counting years (apart from my boys and nieces and nephews) I think in my own way I wanted time to stand still but it can’t. It totally sux Mum is not here, to be the awesome grandmother she would have been, being a mum brings back memories from our childhood. So in some ways our kids kids will have the things we learnt and how we were brought up to be passed on to them. I remember McDondals on Mondays, the delicious baking, yummy afternoon waiting after school. Mums elegance and fashion style. You are an awesome mum, strong woman and awesome sister. Being a Mum definitely takes us out our comfort zone, for me its hydro slides and family bike rides. Love Karen
Thanks Karen, your response made me teary too! Right back at ya. Boys are a but different to how we were huh! Haha.
Oh… so very very beautiful! xx
Thank you Deborah.
This is so beautiful Haidee. Thank you for sharing. It made me cry. Good on you for continuing to celebrate your beautiful mum and for reminding others to cherish every day that we have with our mums. x
Thank you, I’ve kept a lot of it bottled up for the last 12 years so it was nice to write it down and yes, celebrate it and let it be a reminder for those more fortunate 🙂
Beautiful thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
oh so beautiful! Thank you for sharing this with me today! It brought tears to my eyes. I’m so sorry for your loss, someone you’ll never be able to replace but you have remembered her so beautifully. Sending big hugs xo
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Thanks Luisa, really appreciate the comment and sorry for making you cry! x
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How beautiful. I am so sorry that you lost your mum at such a young age. That letter from your mum is so special. It made me cry. Our family is currently fighting cancer, and watching someone you love fade away in the hardest thing. Don’t feel bad about not being there at the end, we can only handle as much as we can at any given time. You have all these beautiful memories so hold on tight to them.
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Such a beautiful post and oh so sorry for your loss. Zoe xx
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Thank you Zoe. xx
I love this so much but it’s also lighting up some of my own emotions – beautiful #sharewithme
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Dear sweet Haidee, This tribute to your Mom is absolutely beautiful. I cried as I read it because you made it real for each reader here. I believe you are right, divine intervention – God aligning your path to create as many treasured moments before the time for her to leave would arrive. As a mommy to kids getting a bit older, I can guarantee your Mom forgives you. Not only that, she loves you beyond description. Her love is unfailing and she left this world assured of the love of her daughter. I am praying for you. Praying for Jesus to take your fears away – heal that deep ache within you.
Much love,
lori
So beautifully written. I love it. Thanks for linking up with #ShareWithMe
Your mum is incredibly proud of you every single day I believe. Wonderful wonderful words Haidee. Love Denyse xx