I Never Cried Tears in Public Until Yesterday...

[glenninindy]

This is a post about how repression of grief can rise to surface decades later.

As I was waiting in my Optometrist's office after an eye exam for new glasses, a frail, old, woman entered in a wheelchair. She looked at me and smiled and for a few moments... I thought I saw my mother, because her eyes and smile looked just like hers. Instantly, my eyes hurt and filled with tears. I continued to stare at her until I realized she was not, in fact, my mother. I certainly did not intend to be rude or embarrass her. I had suddenly recognized the fact, how much I miss my sweet, kind, and good, mother who had passed away 25 years ago.

[Dolphin14]

I love the title of your post. This happened to me and was the start of my journey to healing. My story is very different however.

I'm interested in your emotions if you can share. The way you describe your mom is beautiful.

The memories that came back... did you see flashes of memories?

Grief never ends, it's just put on a back burner till times like these.

I hope you are doing ok

🐬