Mom #2

Death is hard.

It’s just this hard stop – that’s it. No more. You’ll make no more memories of this person.

It’s difficult to deal with, or to even imagine. You’ll never hear their voice again, hear their laugh, get a hug or a kiss.

It’s hard to think past the initial shock of it, to be honest. I’ve written about death before – in both fiction and for news stories – but when it affects someone close to you, whom you spent countless hours with in your youth and beyond, it’s so different.

My best friend’s mom passed away this week. She was like a second mom to me. She fed me (giving me grief because I was a picky eater and she didn’t deal well with that), gave me hugs, treated me like one of her own brood. She was the consummate mama hen – always ready to take in and feed whoever her friends brought home.

One of my favorite memories was of the afternoon my friend and I fell off a horse our freshman year of high school and bruised our tailbones after we’d chosen to ride the horse (with just a halter rope, no saddle) to the dam to go ice skating. She made us hot chocolate, giving us grief for not just walking like she’d allegedly suggested (though I cannot recall her making that suggestion), and we lay watching movies on the couch and floor.

As hard as this is for me, I cannot imagine how difficult it is for my friend and her family. Mom #2 (as I called her, and as she signed my graduation gifts from high school and college) was a best friend to her daughters, a loving mom to her sons, and a doting grandmother of four, who was looking forward to meeting two new grandkids this summer.

Their family is big on celebrating life, not mourning death, and I appreciate that worldview a lot. We will need it in the coming weeks. So I will keep her in my memory as I remember her best – my beloved Mom #2.

I'm a lover of writing and books. I graduated from South Dakota State with a master's degree in communications in 2011, the same year I was first published. I'm a wife and mom, and I work in content and digital marketing in South Dakota.

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2 comments on “Mom #2
  1. moneikquilts says:

    She was an amazing woman. It’s hard to lose a mom, but she is free from her pain and her kids will find a way to make a path in life, remembering her always. There are no words for the lose, but memories encourage us to remember the good times and cherish the time we have with loved ones.

  2. Manuel Lasso says:

    I understand you completely. I am sorry it happened; but this is a necessary step in life.
    All the best, Brittany.

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