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If I Cry, It’s a Beautiful Thing

The Same God

A Woman that isn’t My Mother

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Will I Cry Forever?

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It wasn’t the day I got my driver’s license. I

It wasn’t the day I got my driver’s license. It wasn’t the day I got married or had children. None of those things made me feel like an adult. Truth is, I did a lot of adulting before I ever actually felt like one. That all changed the day my mother died. That day I became an adult. The kind of adult that doesn’t have a mother.

That kind of adulthood can’t be ignored. It’s the kind of adult that suddenly gains immense responsibility. Instantly you have a new authority, one in which you never wanted. Losing a parent changes you. You feel like an orphan. The very person and soul that created you is gone, which means that portion of your being is gone too.

You are different, and you will remain different. It’s impossible to be the same person you were when your parent was alive, walking around this world with you. The world is now empty of one of the most important people in your life. The world is now empty of all that they were and all that they gave. Because of that, the world now feels empty, even if it’s still full of others you love and adore.

I became an adult the day my mother died. I gained responsibility and lost a piece of my soul, all in the same second. Maturity found me, as did heartbreak.

The day your parent dies, your future looks different. Pieces of it are stolen from you. Moments gone. New memories no longer allowed. It’s as if all of their love, wisdom and guidance drift into your existence, the second they lose theirs.

You’re forever changed.

If you want to feel like an adult, wait until the moment you lose a parent. Adulthood finds you immediately, and you are never the same.

xox, Chels

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Technically she’s my aunt, my mother’s sister.

Technically she’s my aunt, my mother’s sister. Although, growing up people always thought we were sisters since we were closer in age than her and my mother. Either way, those titles don’t describe the beauty and blessing of that relationship.

She’s a friend.
A listener.
A supporter.
A confidant.
An encourager.

She’s a shoulder to cry on, a faithful person to pray for me and over me, and a solid rock to lean on. No title or description could accurately portray her worth and her value.

She is priceless.

She’s the person that picked up the pieces after my mother passed. As if she was elegantly handed the torch to carry and keep lit, guiding the way with love and tradition. She carries pieces of my mother with her everywhere she goes. It’s a beautiful treasure.

She walks around not knowing her influence or the immense way she is loved and appreciated. She might not even truly understand her place in our hearts and the depths of our adoration.

She is a healer. She is a protector. She is a gift.

Who took the reins when your loved one left this earth? Who helped pick up the pieces and worked to create something beautiful with them? Have you told them?

Start now. I am.

Thank you, Mimi. You are loved and appreciated beyond measure.

xox, Chels

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Written by Chelsea Ohlemiller. (2020)

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