When we lost our mom, it was a total shock. I thought I was dreaming. I still planned with her once she got out of the hospital. But, unfortunately, she won’t be able to know it anymore as she would go to a different house – a house of her own in the cemetery. During the wake, I couldn’t process what was happening. It was surreal. Of all the articles that I have written for others, for myself, writing about mourning for my mother is never an anticipation. I had peace knowing that I was able to refresh and share the Gospel again with her a week before she died. It was a relief that she understood it well, and I know she was a Christian. So, there is no sadness in knowing that she is now with the Lord, tear-free and painless.
It was on the morning of June 19, 2025, that all things changed. We lost her, not just for today but forever here on earth. Though I’ve been encountering grief now and then, this is different. Thinking that the one who brought me into this world, my first teacher, friend, mentor, and number one cheerleader, was suddenly gone, felt unimaginable. A week ago, they were just here in Manila with my father. A week later, she was no more.
A few days before her death, she regained her strength. My father, my brothers, and my cousin, who were there with her in the hospital, thought that she would be home soon. Then, she had a massive heart attack, which led her to be in the ICU. I watched her in the ICU that night and read her Psalm 23 and Psalm 91. I reminded her of her favorite verse, Phil 4:13. For such a long time, I haven’t told her, “I love you.” But that night, I told her that I love her. Little did I know that would be the last time that I could tell her that. More than a day after being there, she had already left us.
The night of that, my father and all of us siblings gathered together, trying to make sense of things and prepare ourselves for the worst that would come. My prayer that night is “Lord, thy will be done.” True enough, that morning, she passed away. I could not bring myself to see her in the ICU. The mother I used to see as a strong woman was holding her last breath. The strong soul within me suddenly became a lost little girl, just for a moment. That feeling of deep sorrow will be forever engraved in my heart.
Grieving For Your Mother is a Personal Journey
Whenever I learn that someone I know lost her or his mom, I feel pity for them. I never thought that my mother would be gone too soon. She was only 56 years old. Although I am used to living away from her and my dad, I am always confident that whenever I come home, they’re there. Whenever I need to talk about something, she’s willing to listen. Indeed, a mother’s love can never be forgotten or replaced. Whenever I remember her, I still cry and cry. Although I have my husband who’s always here for me, the love and influence of a mother is different. I do not know when I could say that I have moved on, but every day, there is a struggle whenever I remember our days. It always comes to mind the old days when we were still young and living at home. I always tell people that my childhood was a happy one because of my mother. She loved us well, and we never longed for love outside. Though our family is not perfect, my mother showered us with love and care. And I can’t seem to forget that. At times, I feel that there is something in me that’s missing and broken. I remember that she often asked me if I was already pregnant. Thinking that if God gives us children, she won’t see them anymore, nor could they meet their grandma anymore, pains me so much.
God’s Grace is Sufficient
Many offered their condolences and expressed sympathy during these trying times in our lives. Though all of these are appreciated, nothing can offer us comfort except for God’s comfort. The pain that I feel particularly comes from all my younger memories with my mom. Those times that I still had a small world with her. Those times when she would be proud going to school when I topped the class. Those times when she would push me to study more. Those litanies that she had for me to focus more on achieving more in life, at the same time, honor God. There is so much more. Now, crying is the only means to ease the pain, remembering God’s promise in 2 Corinthians 12:9: “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
There is no need to hide or feel ashamed of your grief. It’s a usual journey for people who walk the same path of grieving for losing a loved one. But always remember that God knows our heartaches. He feels what we feel. More than that, He gives us the strength to face each day walking one step forward to eternity, where we will see them again. The memories, though they bring heartache, we can relive them once in a while.
On the other hand, God’s promises give us reasons to know that we are not alone in this grieving journey. This verse in Psalm 28:7 says,
“The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.”
Still Be Grateful
In the midst of all, we can ask for help from Him and let Him heal and comfort us. Also, we can thank Him for His blessings. As for me, I can still thank Him for the 56 years of my mom’s life, 36 years with me. She’s able to see me walk down the aisle. I can even thank Him for her salvation. Above all, I can still thank the Lord for having a good mother whom I can also share with my children (Lord willing) in the future.
We miss her every day, but she is in a better place now. She can rest from all her sacrifices for us from the time that all 5 of us siblings were born. She was with our brother now.
To all those who have lost their moms, may we always find comfort in the Lord. As Christians, we await the day when we will see our sleeping loved ones again in glory. For now, we can be assured that God will sustain us through this journey of grieving.
Life is short indeed as how James put it and it is appointed for us to die and after that, judgment (James 4:14) (Hebrews 9:27).
When we lost our mom, it was a total shock. I thought I was dreaming. I still planned with her once she got out of the hospital. But, unfortunately, she won’t be able to know it anymore as she would go to a different house – a house of her own in the cemetery. During the wake, I couldn’t process what was happening. It was surreal. Of all the articles that I have written for others, for myself, writing about mourning for my mother is never an anticipation. I had peace knowing that I was able to refresh and share the Gospel again with her a week before she died. It was a relief that she understood it well, and I know she was a Christian. So, there is no sadness in knowing that she is now with the Lord, tear-free and painless.
It was on the morning of June 19, 2025, that all things changed. We lost her, not just for today but forever here on earth. Though I’ve been encountering grief now and then, this is different. Thinking that the one who brought me into this world, my first teacher, friend, mentor, and number one cheerleader, was suddenly gone, felt unimaginable. A week ago, they were just here in Manila with my father. A week later, she was no more.
A few days before her death, she regained her strength. My father, my brothers, and my cousin, who were there with her in the hospital, thought that she would be home soon. Then, she had a massive heart attack, which led her to be in the ICU. I watched her in the ICU that night and read her Psalm 23 and Psalm 91. I reminded her of her favorite verse, Phil 4:13. For such a long time, I haven’t told her, “I love you.” But that night, I told her that I love her. Little did I know that would be the last time that I could tell her that. More than a day after being there, she had already left us.
The night of that, my father and all of us siblings gathered together, trying to make sense of things and prepare ourselves for the worst that would come. My prayer that night is “Lord, thy will be done.” True enough, that morning, she passed away. I could not bring myself to see her in the ICU. The mother I used to see as a strong woman was holding her last breath. The strong soul within me suddenly became a lost little girl, just for a moment. That feeling of deep sorrow will be forever engraved in my heart.
Grieving For Your Mother is a Personal Journey
Whenever I learn that someone I know lost her or his mom, I feel pity for them. I never thought that my mother would be gone too soon. She was only 56 years old. Although I am used to living away from her and my dad, I am always confident that whenever I come home, they’re there. Whenever I need to talk about something, she’s willing to listen. Indeed, a mother’s love can never be forgotten or replaced. Whenever I remember her, I still cry and cry. Although I have my husband who’s always here for me, the love and influence of a mother is different. I do not know when I could say that I have moved on, but every day, there is a struggle whenever I remember our days. It always comes to mind the old days when we were still young and living at home. I always tell people that my childhood was a happy one because of my mother. She loved us well, and we never longed for love outside. Though our family is not perfect, my mother showered us with love and care. And I can’t seem to forget that. At times, I feel that there is something in me that’s missing and broken. I remember that she often asked me if I was already pregnant. Thinking that if God gives us children, she won’t see them anymore, nor could they meet their grandma anymore, pains me so much.
God’s Grace is Sufficient
Many offered their condolences and expressed sympathy during these trying times in our lives. Though all of these are appreciated, nothing can offer us comfort except for God’s comfort. The pain that I feel particularly comes from all my younger memories with my mom. Those times that I still had a small world with her. Those times when she would be proud going to school when I topped the class. Those times when she would push me to study more. Those litanies that she had for me to focus more on achieving more in life, at the same time, honor God. There is so much more. Now, crying is the only means to ease the pain, remembering God’s promise in 2 Corinthians 12:9: “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
There is no need to hide or feel ashamed of your grief. It’s a usual journey for people who walk the same path of grieving for losing a loved one. But always remember that God knows our heartaches. He feels what we feel. More than that, He gives us the strength to face each day walking one step forward to eternity, where we will see them again. The memories, though they bring heartache, we can relive them once in a while.
On the other hand, God’s promises give us reasons to know that we are not alone in this grieving journey. This verse in Psalm 28:7 says,
“The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.”
Still Be Grateful
In the midst of all, we can ask for help from Him and let Him heal and comfort us. Also, we can thank Him for His blessings. As for me, I can still thank Him for the 56 years of my mom’s life, 36 years with me. She’s able to see me walk down the aisle. I can even thank Him for her salvation. Above all, I can still thank the Lord for having a good mother whom I can also share with my children (Lord willing) in the future.
We miss her every day, but she is in a better place now. She can rest from all her sacrifices for us from the time that all 5 of us siblings were born. She was with our brother now.
To all those who have lost their moms, may we always find comfort in the Lord. As Christians, we await the day when we will see our sleeping loved ones again in glory. For now, we can be assured that God will sustain us through this journey of grieving.
Life is short indeed as how James put it and it is appointed for us to die and after that, judgment (James 4:14) (Hebrews 9:27).
My wedding day with her smiling brightly
With her a few hours before her final breath
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