This reason to prolong your existence involves that one person in our lives who inspires more love – and guilt – than any other.
#97: Your Mom.
There are moms out there who work sixty-hour weeks at multiple jobs who still barely manage to scrape by and put food on the table for their family.
There are moms who never miss a family game night, a practice, a lesson or a recital. Even if you wish they would.
Some moms give up their kids for adoption while others devote every waking moment to being a parent.
Addiction or abuse claims some moms and creates a chasm that can never be filled.
There are as many different types of moms as there are children but one truth applies to all moms:
At their core, every single mom loves her child.
So think about that truth and don’t contemplate suicide, your mom wouldn’t like it.
My relationship with my own mother was fractured beyond repair at the time of her death this year from bone cancer. Yes, we reconnected but it wasn’t the same. When I was growing up my mom was my best pal, my movie buddy, my friend. I recognized the fact that not everyone can make that claim but as I grew older and built a life for myself, hers fell apart and though she’d never admit it she began to resent me.
It took years but I had to finally break ties with the person who gave me life. I cut my through to my core but it was necessary for my sanity and the sanctity of my own family. But when I got the call, that call I’ll never forget, everything changed again. My wife and I were there every day, even though what was supposed to be a weekend in the hospital became over two months, we were there.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting I wanted my mother to perish immediately; every second with her was a blessing – at first. But bone cancer literally eats a person alive and watching someone you love – or even someone you hate – writhe in agony would drive some people to suicide themselves. Painkillers were useless to an addict so she suffered terribly. (My mother was addicted to prescription painkillers after decades of kidney issues.)
We had a neighbor who was dealing with the same affliction at the same time and he opted for medically-assisted suicide after receiving his diagnosis. No judgement here, he did what was right for him. My mother didn’t travel that route and she paid for it in spades.
But no matter how bad things got, even in the darkest moments (and there were some pretty ultra-dark moments) I always knew my mom loved me.
That kind of love will literally save your life… If you’re willing to let it.
See you in the lobby, kids…