It's been 684 days since my mother died.
Sometimes, I do a quick google search to find out how many days it has been since I lost my mother. It's part curiosity, but mainly I guess I do it to remind myself of how many days I have made it through without her. Because before she was gone, I didn't think I could make it one single day.
Six-hundred, eighty four.
There have been good days, filled with laughter and fun. On those days, somehow I manage to push her loss to the back of my mind, or maybe I find myself doing something that reminds me so much of her that it brings me joy.
There have been days black as midnight, so dark with grief and sadness that I wished them away, for the promise of tomorrow brings about a hope not found in the depths of grief.
Most days have been in the middle, though. Not too happy, not too sad. The burden of grief evenly yoked around my neck, not too cumbersome. It's there, and it's heavy, but it is manageable.
Someone asked me recently how I was doing. I replied, "I'm doing okay... just getting by." To this person, my statement sounded sad, and they immediately expressed I needed to do more than merely get by. But what they don't understand is that I consider it an accomplishment.
To them, I am just getting by. To me, I have made it 684 days without going insane, without giving in to complete despair and depression, without drinking myself into the ground. There have been many days I've wanted to curl back up in the bed after my husband and kids have left for the day. But I haven't. There have been days I wanted to make a drink at noon and just wash it all away for the day. But I didn't. There have been days when the grief and the memories strangely mix together and swirl around in my head in such a way that I think I will go crazy. But I am still of sound mind.
I have lived in the world 684 days without my mother. And it has been so hard, probably the hardest days of my life. And as I look back over them all, I know I have had a Power on my side. I can't make sense of why He even bothers with me sometimes as much as I let Him down and screw up. But He hasn't let me go. And it has been a while since I've just taken a moment to thank Him for what He has done for me.
Jesus... I so graciously thank you for holding me up, for loving me, for saving me in so many ways even though I will never deserve it. I could not have made it through one single day without You on my side. Thank you.