This is the first Mother's Day without my mom...
It's like ripping off a scab - just when you feel like you're starting to heal, this day is a reminder of everything you had and then everything you lost.
I am really struggling finding inner peace with my mom's passing. She was my best friend and someone I thought would live a lot longer than she did. I'm barely an adult myself and now I have lost both my parents, which is really difficult to comprehend and understand.
But my mom's loss hits deep. My dad was sick, having battled Agent Orange most of the last fifteen years before his death. When he eventually left in 2010, it was shocking - but not entirely surprising.
I could not have imagined losing my mom. Not in October. Not when we went to the hospital.
My mom had always been healthy - and very active. Sure, she was getting older but nothing like that slowed her down. When she started not feeling right in October, we chalked it up to election nerves - she was terrified of Trump winning reelection. Then after the election, and the flagrant disregard for the democratic institutions of this country, we again thought her sickness was a direct response of that - just nerves. That feeling seemed to be vindicated when she went to her doctor for her annual checkup and the only thing he found wrong with her was that she had some potassium issues and was a bit dehydrated.
A month later, after her health got worse, and her breathing became an issue, she lay in a hospital bed as I was delivered the news that she had cancer and was likely too weak for Chemo.
Within days, I was planning to put her in Hospice and on Christmas Day, she was shuffled off this mortal coil into whatever exists beyond our grasps.
I feel robbed of so many additional years. I feel dizzy trying to comprehend how it was cancer - and how there were no clear and dramatic signs until it was too late.
It turned out to be pancreatic cancer.
She had no hope.
And I miss her so much.
Today has been hard. I really want my mom back. 
Sorry - I just needed to vent a bit. I know this isn't politics but I needed to vent.
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worst to deal with. The pain never goes away , and I hope you have many wonderful memories of her, her smile, her laughter, and the hugs. 
I still miss her too. Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it makes them more bearable.
We all miss our moms and the first few years are the worst - still cling to your best memories of her - that helps. Recall her gentle words and her laughter. 
Big hug, D.I., big hug.
I know exactly what you mean. I'd give everything i had for ten minutes with my moms.
On my 10th without my mom, second without my birth mother. Mother's day was always a little heavy on the bittersweet for me.
My mom was shopping for clothes for her upcoming 32 anniversary with my step dad, Trip to Vegas. She'd fallen at home earlier, and hit her head. Passed on lunch, felt dizzy, passed out at the front door, and a month later, she was gone. Wham. Just like that.
My first mother thawed in 2010 and her kids discovered they had an older sister in California she'd neglected to tell them about. Her oldest sone lived across from the high school I student taught at in college. We Reconnected in 2011, as my mom was dying in the hospital, unlikely to recover from her coma. April 2017, stage 4 Ovarian cancer. She kicked cancer's ass for two and a half years, then she let it win.
Mother's Day has been bittersweet for me. Adopted people face a kind of mother loss all along, a very private grief that some never resolve. After reunion, Mother's Day takes on new shades of meaning. My mom died before my first mother's day with my first (birth) mother. SO it took on new shades of love andloss and joy and sorrow.
I've got a half-mum, too. My birth father's wife, my brothers and sister's mother. SHe's the Queen Mum, the Last Mom Standing.
Some people have kids. I have parents. Lots of parents.
She's with you everyday.
Always here to give a listen.
wish her a happy mother's day for me.
It's very hard and it's also a part of life. I would never have wanted it to be the other way around and have her be without me on mother's day.
You are among friends.
I know how you feel.
Most of my family died in a 5-year time period.
My mother has been gone for 18+ years now; Dad 23+. 
She too died of cancer and she was gone within a very short period of time.
You never get over it.
Hang-in there and I'd take care of those roses if you can do it.
If not, maybe you can hire someone perhaps.
My mom had been sick (Alzheimer's Disease and heart disease) for a while before she passed last July.
I've been talking to her all day.
Your grief is understandable to every mammal on the planet. Even those who had troubled, conflicted relationships with their mothers cannot truly be blase about their passing.
There is a power and significance there that cannot be denied. The need for a mother is marked in our brains.
I wasn't very close to my mother, but her death pulled the rug out from under me in a way that nothing else ever has. And I remember that first Mother's Day without her and it's been over a decade. Your first birthday may be rough, as well. I remember thinking to myself that I knew my mom was the one person guaranteed to be happy that I was born--if for no other reason than she was sick of being pregnant.
So cry and sob and wail if you need to. You'll also experience odd moments of humor and joy as you think of her. She gave you life, what more is there to say?
I think you might be among those who feel that sharing their grief, or fearful anticipation or whatever it might be is a burden they are putting onto the readers - the members of this site, in this case.
And, especially in this case (DU) it is not a burden at all. Speaking for myself, and I would imagine a great majority here, it feels better to be of even some small use than to hope for people to suffer in silence.
So don't do that, OK? 
I lost my mother to cancer in 1997 and I miss her everyday. 💔 Mother's Day is hard and the strange thing is my mother never cared about that day. My mother always said it just a way sell candy and flowers but after she died it hits me hard. I guess it's reminder that my mother isn't here and never will be again. 