For those of us who no longer have our moms physically here with us, I think the one thing we can all agree on is the way the days and weeks leading up to Mother’s Day sting.

Everywhere we go and everything we see is like a flashing sign reminding us our mothers are no longer here. The hurt finds us with every commercial, every email, and in all the stores we enter. At times, it feels nearly impossible to escape the constant reminders that are so very difficult.

Mother’s Day is one of the saddest days for someone in the “dead mom club.”

Everywhere we look and everywhere we go, we find a huge void and, unfortunately, a huge amount of jealousy.

Social media becomes a shrine to mothers as everyone praises the “best mom in the world” with pictures and videos of things you will never get to experience again. Every restaurant and every store is filled with people celebrating their mothers on a day that is so deservingly dedicated to them.

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It seems there’s nowhere we can go to avoid seeing mothers and children enjoying the things we once did and some things we won’t ever get to do.

Even if we have the strength to pull ourselves out of bed on Mother’s Day, there isn’t anyone to spend time with on that difficult day because they are all off spending it with their moms.

It isn’t that we’re angry at our loved ones for still having mothers—but we’d be lying we said we didn’t feel very jealous at times.

Our time with our moms was cut short.

Days like Mother’s Day remind us just how unfair this whole situation is. We’re constantly reminded we’ll never have our mothers physically present in our lives again, and that is a tough reality to process.

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So if you get to spend time with your mom this Mother’s Day, those of us who have lost our moms ask this of you:

Hug her a little tighter.
Cherish the moments a little deeper.
Take time to take the photo.
And don’t take one single moment for granted.

There are so many of us who would do anything to get just one of these days back.

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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.

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