April: The Month That Changed Everything: Grief after losing a mother

Grief, Faith, and Remembering My Mom During Easter

April has always been a hard month.

It was the month my mom came home from the hospital.

The month when everything shifted—not all at once, but gradually, almost gently. At the time, I didn’t see the gravity of it. I believed we had more time. I believed she was getting better. There was this fragile hope I was clinging to. I had no idea those would be our last few weeks together.

Now, after walking through my own cancer journey—through treatment, healing, and learning to live in a changed body—I see her through a different lens. I see her strength with new clarity.

Grief After Losing a Mother: A Strength I Didn’t Understand

She never let on how much pain she was in. She protected us from the weight she was carrying. And now, having lived through my own valley, I finally understand the kind of strength that takes.

What it means to smile when your body is hurting.To keep showing up for the people you love while quietly fighting a battle inside yourself.She did that for us—every single day.

I miss her. Every day.

Her laugh. Her voice. Her way of making everything feel okay, even when it wasn’t.But mostly, I miss how she loved—fiercely, fully, without hesitation.

She fought so hard.For my dad. For my sister and brother. For her grandkids. For me.

Coping With Loss During Easter

And yet, in her final days, there was peace. A calmness that wrapped around her like a blanket.She knew where she was going. She was safe, held in His arms.That peace gave us all something to hold onto.Grief after losing a mother

April also brings Easter—a season of hope and renewal. A reminder that pain doesn't have the final say. Even in grief, there is resurrection. New life.

I often reflect on how our Lord carried pain, too. How He suffered so that we wouldn’t walk through ours alone.

There’s a quiet comfort in knowing that grief and faith can coexist. That we are never truly alone in our sorrow.

“Because He Lives” – A Song That Still Speaks to Me

There’s one song that brings her right back to me every time I hear it.I can’t listen without choking up—because I can still hear her singing it. Soft, strong, full of belief.

And then one day, I’ll cross that river,I’ll fight life’s final war with pain.And then, as death gives way to victory,I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives.

Because He Lives was more than a hymn to her. It was her anchor. And now, it’s mine too.

Navigating Grief in April: Finding Meaning in the Pain

When April comes, I let myself feel it all.

The grief, the ache, the memories.I don’t push it away.Grief is just love with nowhere to go.

And loving her still? That’s the easiest thing in the world.

One day, I’ll see her again.

Until then, I carry her strength with me. It lives in my healing. It echoes in my own fight.It whispers in the quiet moments, reminding me that grace and grit often look a lot like love.