تعبير عن اسوأ يوم في حياتي بالانجليزي

موضوع انجليزي عن الماء للصف الثامن فقرة  برزنتيشن بحث موضوع ملخص جاهز باللغة الانجليزية  انشاء موضوع انجليزي عن ابدا قصير كيفية كتابة موضوع تعبير باللغة الانجليزية توجيهي قواعد كتابة تعبير  بالانجليزي طريقة سهلة لكتابة تعبير بالانجليزي موضوع تعبير انجليزي يصلح لكل المواضيع كتابة تعبير بالانجليزي عن نفسك وصف تعبير انجليزي يصلح لكل المواضيع موضوع انشاء شامل لكل المواضيع موضوع يصلح لجميع المواضيع موضوع تعبير انجليزي جاهز برجراف ينفع لاى موضوع  موضوع انجليزي عن الماء قصير وسهل فوائد بالانجليزي عبارات  بالانجليزي طويل اهمية مترجم ثالث ثانوي اول ثاني ثانوي متوسط خمس سبع ثمان تسع اربع جمل كلمات كلام مقال علمي مقدمة بحث انجليزي حلول اسباب حل مشكلة عن الامتعبير عن الام بالانجليزي طويل شعر عن الام بالانجليزي قصير مترجم وصف امي بالانجليزي تعبير بالانجليزي عن قدوتي في الحياه موضوع بالانجليزي طويل ومترجم رسالة شكر للام بالانجليزي برزنتيشن عن الام بالانجليزي بوربوينت تعبير عن قدوتي في الحياة امي بالانجليزي

Two years after the death of my mother, she has not disappeared from my life, she is an integral part of it.

I find it hard to realize that it's been two years since mom died. I sometimes feel that it happened yesterday but, most often, it's been an eternity.

Does the pain fade? Perhaps.

I have always been convinced that mourning does not go away; we live with, that's all. We accept it as we can. Two years have passed and I feel that it is still not finished. I have not overcome it but I am learning to live by his side.

I no longer cry when I see a woman of my mother's age snacking on cheese breadsticks. Or a cancer-ridden body wandering in a supermarket. The crises are spaced. It's almost impossible for me to pick up the phone to call or text Mum before I remember it's not possible anymore.

But that does not mean that I mourned.

I burst into tears when I realized that Dad had given one of mom's favorite cookbooks to a charity (thankfully I have a great aunt who replaced him the following week, which made me a new crisis of tears!). I recently had serious health problems and cried a lot when I thought about her comforting hugs. I had to struggle not to cry when someone told me in front of me that he had cancer.

Mom has not disappeared from my life. It is an integral part of it.

She's in the Christmas cake I made last month. In the bread that I kneaded two weeks ago. In the package of treats that I sent to my brother for his birthday. I see it in the dead leaves rustling under my feet, when I remember our walks and the time we played football in October. His wise advice resonates with my ears when I am confronted with inextricable problems. I feel his pride through the one I feel at the success of my brothers.

She is everywhere.

My life changed when my mother learned that she had cancer. In a way, the five years that followed that diagnosis were the worst of my life. But also the best. I got closer to my brothers. My life has taken a totally different direction and, despite some terrible decisions, I am convinced that I made the right choice. I met extraordinary people. I found lots of alternative moms. My attitude to life has changed. I found my passion for art. I went through tears, sobs, insomnia, medications, therapies, significant changes in health, work, housing, roommates, endless phone conversations, walks with my dog, Driving exams, panic attacks and laughter ... The list goes on.

I learned to discern what was important. I learned that I loved my family deeply but that she was not always right. That it is not necessarily within the family that one knots the most intimate links. That I was much stronger than I imagined, even if sometimes I'm not so sure. I learned that we had the right to cry. That people can be extraordinary. Some people are not, and you have to forget them. I learned that we could have confidence. That all emotions are legitimate but you have to know how to manage them. That we had to choose a job that we liked, even if it was less profitable or did not meet the expectations of others. And that's just the beginning.

I have nothing particularly philosophical to write to describe these two years. I can not say that it is possible to overcome grief. I do not want to sound boringly banal by saying that "it's better with time", but I can assure you that it becomes bearable. That all the feelings you have are legitimate. Let no one else tell you how to mourn, and do your best.

As mom always said: be indulgent with yourself.