“You won’t need your knees kissed, or my cuddles before bed. These moments are fleeting, little man. No matter how hard I hold on, they’ll slip through my fingers. And I’ll hope, a boy will always need his mom.”
‘One day, your arms will dangle at your sides instead of reaching for me to pick you up. These moments are fleeting, little man. No matter how hard I hold on, they’ll slip through my fingers.’: Mom urges ‘hold onto those precious cuddles’
‘Yes, my mom died. No, I haven’t gotten over it.’: Grieving daughter frustrated by ‘how quickly people disappear’ after mother’s sudden death to stage 4 cancer
“My mom died. The food came rolling in. The cards. The visitors. The calls and texts. People bombard you. Too much even. Everyone wants to ‘be there for you.’ But the frustrating part? Everyone wants to be there, all at once, at the beginning, and then they all leave.”
