I’m hugging you, Mom. Can you feel me?

My dearest Mom,

Today’s Writing 101 challenge was the easiest question I’ve had to answer in a long time. Well, except for “Are you hungry?” to which the answer is always, unequivocally, yes.

The question was this: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Like I said. That’s the easiest question in the world, because I’d be with you.

It’s not just that I’ve been living halfway across the world for a month now, though that’s certainly part of it. It’s not just that I miss you, though I miss you more than anything or anyone. It’s not even that the thought of being so far away from you for yet another month makes me shiver with homesickness.

It’s because I know you’re grieving, and can’t be there for you. They told you he’s in a coma, and I can’t be there for you. Your only brother is dying, and I can’t be there for you.

You’ve never been good at coping with death. Why would you be? You have such a big heart. You have no concern for yourself: you pour your essence into everyone you love, holding nothing back. Of course it hurts when a loved one dies. You’re losing part of yourself. I wish I could spare you, but I can’t, because your capacity to love is your greatest gift, and its price is your greatest pain.

I know you better than you know yourself, and I know you’re suffering. Politely, quietly, and utterly alone. My heart has ripped itself to shreds trying to escape its confinement and run to your side, till all that remains is a bloody pulp.

It’s okay to cry. You don’t need to be strong, or stoic, or embarrassed. You know me and I know you, and there is nothing we need to hide from one another. Give me your sorrow and let me carry it too, because you shouldn’t have to bear it alone.

You’re more than simply the woman who gave birth to me, more than just a mother. You’re a friend, a best friend, a soulmate. You mean the world to me. That’s why it’s so hard for me to know you’re in pain. Your pain is mine, and my shoulder is forever yours to cry on.

I’m here, Mom. Can you sense me? We’re sitting next to each other on your bed. The door is shut, and no one’s home. Just us two. You’re telling me how hard it is. I’m listening, Mom. Can you see me? You’re telling me how hard it is, and I’m telling you I love you. I love you, Mom. I love you so much. Can you hear me? You’re crying, you’re apologizing, but you shouldn’t, you should never apologize for being human. You’re crying, and my arms are wrapped around you, tight, tighter, squeezing and holding you together so you can let everything go. I won’t let you fall. We’re holding each other, hugging each other in silence. I’m crying, too, sharing the pain, an outpouring of love for your brother, my uncle, that can only resolve itself in grief. I’m here for you, Mom. Can you feel me?

There’s not much you can do except pray, fervently, for your dear one, and continue to live. Continue to love, even though love brings pain. And remember that love also brings comfort.

I wish I could be there with you, to hold you tight and tell you everything will be alright, but since I can’t, the warmth of my love will have to suffice. I love you with all of my heart and every fiber of my being. You know that. I hope you can feel it too.

I love you all the way to Planet X and back.




25 thoughts on “I’m hugging you, Mom. Can you feel me?

    • Thanks, Nicky. I appreciate the kind words. It’s amazing how difficult physical separation can be in a time like this, even with modern technology. I suppose we write to transcend these types of physical limitations. And it almost works.

    • Thanks, NBI. It doesn’t sound good–he’ll probably pass within the next day or so. But like my aunt said, he’s been suffering for a long time, so maybe it’s for the best. As for my mom–and aunts, for that matter–I also hope they don’t suffer too much. I can’t imagine losing a sibling.

  1. Speechless. This is wonderful. 🙂 Thank you for sharing, although I know it must have been hard to make such intimate feelings public. It’s great to know you and your mum have such a close friendship – not everyone can say that. 🙂

  2. You captured where she is in an emotional way which was very unique from what I’ve read so far, although I must say I don’t like the subject, for obvious reasons, you let some of it out with this piece. As others have said, my prayers are with you and your family. If hadn’t already been following you I would have after this
    Much Respect

    • Thank you so much, Ronovan. That means a lot. I definitely didn’t go for the Writing 101 twist this time around–it was less about the setting and more about the emotional need to move through space to be somewhere, with someone.

      • Emotions connect better than visuals. I’m just upset as to your source is all. I dislike liking the piece. If that makes sense. I have difficulties in other people having to deal with things.

      • I understand. It’s the same on Facebook–if someone posts that a family member has died, the last thing you want to do is click “Like.” It doesn’t do a very good job of expressing sympathy, does it?

  3. This is so well written I almost started crying.. My mom’s dad just passed and I was by her side the whole time. Couldn’t imagine the pain of not being with her. Best to you and your family.

    • Thank you so much! When I wrote it at 3 am, I ripped it directly out of my soul and into the keyboard. It was an uncomfortable extraction and didn’t actually make me feel better, but the words needed saying.

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