When I lost my mom, my world absolutely collapsed around me. It was my worst nightmare coming to life. It was every fear I had ever had happening right in front of me. I was at an absolute loss. What will I do? How will I go on? Will my life ever be normal? 

What I will do is survive.

I will survive every day because my mom didn’t get to. I will fight. I will conquer. I will be the very best person I can be.

The best part? I will do it all for my mom. She gives me a purpose. She gives me strength. Everything I do, I will do for her.

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I will go on because that’s what she would want. She would want me to succeed. She would want me to keep going. She would never be OK if I quit and stopped moving forward without her. She raised the strongest little girl. She raised me into the woman I am today. I will go on for her.

Life will never be normal—my old normal that is. I will have to begin an entirely new chapter of my life. I will have to find some normalcy with something I didn’t think I would ever have to experience. It will never be normal. But it will be OK. I will find comfort in my new reality even when it hurts.

Life is never going to be the same. I think we can all agree with that. But that doesn’t mean that it has to be horrible. That doesn’t mean the world has ended and it’s all over. (Even though I know it feels like that right now.) 

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There is so much beauty around us. So many things to be thankful for.

For one, be thankful you had the amazing mom you did. Thankful you got to experience however many years with the greatest woman you’ve ever known.

Someone once told me my new favorite quote, “Grief is the price we pay for love,” and I’ve never heard something so accurate.

We shared a love with our mothers that was so real. It was so strong. We were so lucky. 

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This part sucks. Without a doubt, the most horrible thing ever. However, there is a light that can come from these dark days. There is a strength we can pull from within.

Christie Lynn

I’m a 26 year old social worker and blogger using my words and experiences to help others though hardship, grief and mother loss.