A Tiny Glimpse


I met this woman the other week who reminded me so much of my mother that I was barely out the door of her house before I was sobbing.

It’s funny how used to a thing you can get. How used to not having someone in your life you can get. And then you have a tiny glimpse, a little reminder, and everything cracks open.



  • Posted February 5, 2013 at 2:38 pm | Permalink

    I completely understand. Last year I interviewed someone (for an article assignment) who was not only the spitting image of my late father but had similar mannerisms/body language. I was crying after too. But it’s joyful too, right?

  • Bel
    Posted February 6, 2013 at 3:07 pm | Permalink

    I see photos of my mother in law when she was in her 20’s & 30’s and she looks so similar to your mother. Both beautiful ladies x

  • Posted February 17, 2013 at 1:23 pm | Permalink

    Oh, I know what you mean. Last summer, I ran into one of my grandmother’s best friends. After I finished exchanging niceties, I looked passed her, completely expecting to see my grandmother standing behind her friend. It was the most disorienting second in which I remembered that she’s been gone for nearly five years now. Those tiny glimpses are almost magical, but are promptly followed by horrible heartbreak.

  • Jasmine
    Posted February 26, 2013 at 8:07 am | Permalink

    I lost my mother October 2011. I still feel those cracks are barely sealed and they come undone at the slightest touch. I just had my second child six months ago (2 girls, older one is 3) and being a mother to daughters after losing your own is the HARDEST thing I’ve ever done. No one tells you that when you, as a daughter, lose your mother, it leaves a gaping hole in the way you mother your own daughters. Or maybe it makes the holes easier to see? I don’t know. Either way, reading your blog, I feel comforted that I’m not alone in how I feel. I miss my mother, achingly so, every day. One day at a time. Our parents lost their parents. And now I understand how my mother talked about missing her mother 25 years after her passing. It never leaves you. Thank you for articulating what I haven’t been able to!

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