My mom and my son, Alex.I just survived a one-two-three-punch Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, and Christmas -- without my mom. She was my right hand in the kitchen, my gimmel, my Santa Claus. She was my best friend, my mentor, my miracle. She was the curve of my smile. Losing mom during any time of the year would’ve been devastating, but taking her beautiful spirit right before the holiday music started to play left my world deafeningly silent.
Grief has been an ugly earthquake of emotion -- anger, sadness, jealousy, devastation, numbness, isolation -- that’s left me shaking. I have been especially gutted helplessly watching my baby boy, whom my mom fought so hard to live for, suffer from the ripples of destruction death left in its wake.