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Thinking of all of you that are missing someone th

Thinking of all of you that are missing someone this Thanksgiving. 💛

I sit here with the holidays approaching, staring

I sit here with the holidays approaching, staring at my children in tears. I find myself lost in my grief. This has been happening a lot lately. My mother passed away in 2017. The shock seems to be fading and reality seems to be setting in. I’m not prepared for the reality that my mother isn’t here and won’t be ever again.

You see, she’s supposed to be here.

She’s supposed to be here to hug, love, and make memories with.

She’s supposed to be here to give me advice and guidance.

She’s supposed to be here helping me figure out how to parent the way she did, with grace and patience.

She’s supposed to be here to teach me her famous recipes and help me when I try them and fail.

She supposed to be here to call and discuss my troubles and to vent about the chaos and unpredictability of life.

She’s supposed to be here to see all of the new successes and adventures that are taking place.

She’s supposed to be here to watch my family grow and help provide the traditions, love, and laughs that grandparents do.

She’s supposed to be here making memories with my children, helping them have the magical childhood that they deserve because of her love.

She’s supposed to be here to shop with, get our nails done, and do all the other mother-daughter experiences.

She’s supposed to be here for the grandparent days, the awards ceremonies, the dance recitals, the sporting events, and to see my kids make me the proudest mom alive.

She’s supposed to be here to remind me to believe in myself and to go after my dreams.

She’s supposed to be here to tell me, as she so often would, how beautiful I am in her eyes.

She’s supposed to be here making a room light up with her smile.

She’s supposed to be here because she’s my mother and I need her.

Sadly, she isn’t here and can’t be. When the shock of her absence wore off and I was left with the reality of her forever absence, I found myself here, in this place of immense heartbreak. My beautiful aunt sent this to me the other day when I was deep in the darkness of grief: “Even when she was sick she chose to laugh and smile and was still truly happy. If she could bare all..CONTINUED IN COMMENTS…

The chair isn’t empty, though it may look that w

The chair isn’t empty, though it may look that way. It’s simply filled with a capacity that I cannot understand or visualize.

Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is still filled with her presence and her love. People act like because her physical body is gone, every aspect of her is gone too. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She remains, no matter what they think or say.

She remains in beautiful ways that no one truly understands except for me. All of our deceased loved ones remain, that’s the priceless gift of love, it stays beyond last breaths and final heartbeats.

Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with her magic and her memories.

Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with her spirit and her legacy.

Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with the vision of all she was and all she used to be.

Her chair looks empty, but it is not. It is filled with the images of her that consume my mind, the ones so realistic it’s as if she’s standing in front of me. The ones that bless my heart with joyful reminiscence.

Look closely at that chair, the one where they used to sit. It might look empty, but it is not. Beautiful love cannot always be seen but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. You don’t have to see love to feel it.

When you find yourself staring at an unoccupied chair, feeling broken and lonely, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Then gently remind yourself, the chair isn’t empty, though it may look that way. It’s simply filled with a capacity that we cannot understand or visualize. It’s filled with a love and legacy so powerful it can no longer be seen, yet it remains, always.

The chair is not empty, friends. Take a closer look.

xox, Chels

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