04/27/2026
WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR MOM…
The world doesn’t just change…
it becomes something quieter,
something heavier—
like a place you still recognize,
but no longer feels like home.
There are moments that look the same on the outside—
the same streets,
the same sky,
the same everyday life going on around you—
but inside, everything is different.
Because she’s not there anymore.
Not there to call your name.
Not there to ask if you’ve eaten.
Not there to remind you
that no matter how hard life gets,
you’ll be okay.
And that’s what hurts the most…
not just losing her—
but losing the feeling
of being unconditionally safe in this world.
I still find myself thinking of you, Mom…
in the smallest, quietest moments—
when something good happens
and I wish I could tell you,
or when something hurts
and I don’t know who else to run to.
Because you were never just my Mom…
you were my comfort,
my strength,
my home.
And even though time keeps moving forward,
even though life keeps asking me to keep going…
there’s a part of me
that is still standing right there—
missing you,
loving you,
and wishing, every single day,
that I could have you back.