Recently, I lost my mom to cancer. It was a long and hard road and she fought a good fight, but ultimately, God decided it was time for her to go home. She fought with chemo, she fought holistically, and she fought through prayer and faith. The strongest woman I've ever known is now at peace and no longer dealing with the struggles of this world.
The grieving process for those of us left behind has been an interesting one. I never thought I'd lose my mom at the age of 51 and I never thought I'd be facing my wedding day without her.
Grieving really is weird and difficult. You're fine and you're good and then someone says something small and insignificant, but it hits you like a ton of bricks and then you're instantly not ok.
I look back to when I was younger and I use to think that breakups would be the worst heart break I would ever feel. Dang, I was dumb. Take those breakups and multiply them by about a million and you've got what it feels like to lose one of your best friends and mom.
As my wedding date gets closer, the grieving gets harder and one of the best days is probably gonna be a mix of the best and the hardest. Thank God for His peace, strength and sovereignty. Without it I'd be a hot mess.