The Motherlove Project


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My mom died the day I graduated from high school. The week before, in June 1995, my mom, who had been dying from liver cancer, was rushed to palliative care in an ambulance. She was so weak when she went into the hospital the paramedics had to carry her out of our house on a stretcher. She spent a week in palliative care, fading in and out of consciousness.

By the time my graduation day arrived, June 17th, she was unconscious. I vividly remember telling her that morning that I would come back to show her pictures of the ceremony. The nurse told me that it was good; I was talking to her even though she was not able to hear me at that point. She explained that the senses are the last to go before death arrives.

My brother and dad stayed behind with my mom and I went ahead to the ceremony with our family friends who had very kindly offered to drive me and keep me company on what was about to become the worst day of my life. The ceremony began at 2pm. We were at this beautiful theatre in downtown Vancouver, my friends and classmates up on the stage, ready to start our adult lives.

I noticed that my dad and brother were late getting there but did not think much of it. We got our high school diplomas, and everyone cheered. I won an award for resilience. My friends cheered so loudly for me I almost cried on the stage but managed to hold it together in front of everyone. I got off the stage and started to walk up to the lobby of the hotel, riding high on having won two awards and getting my diploma.

I almost fainted when my Dad told me she had died and as I started to fall backward and my friend was behind me, catching me from hitting the floor. All I remember was shock and tears and having to sit down. It was simultaneously the best and worst day of my life. June 17th, 1995.  It is still hard to believe that it has been 25 years of grieving that loss. 

I am honouring that girl who almost fainted from the shock of hearing the news that her mother had died. I have felt for many years an incredible amount of guilt for not having been there. For being at my graduation instead, for being there happy and proud of myself. My mom would have wanted me to be there, but part of me wanted to be with her and part of me wanted to run as fast and as far away from that hospital room as I could. These are the contradictions and conflict that come with watching a parent die. Wanting to be there, wanting to run away. I have felt this conflict for so many years and now, finally, with time and space and therapy, I realize that those feelings are normal.

I did the best I could as an 18-year-old. I am doing the best I can now as a middle-aged mom and partner. I miss her every day and I find myself asking questions that only she could have answered. But the more questions I ask about who she was and what she wanted for her life, the more answers I find about myself and what I want for mine.

The picture I chose to include is me with our oldest daughter Finley, when she was about 4 weeks old. I had been a mom for only a month, but I knew that my entire life was going to be different, better. I got a piece of my heart back the day Finley was born. I got a piece of myself back that I had not realized I had lost until I held her in my arms for the first time. Unconditional love. That is what I found when I became a Mom myself. 

On June 17, 2020, the 25th anniversary of my Mom’s death, I launched the Motherlove Project.  The Project is a platform for womxn who have experienced mother loss to share their experiences.  I realized quickly that there are so many womxn like me, womxn from around the world grieving.  Grieving in silence. Grieving in the shadows. Hoping for justice. Wishing for peace. We are the grief warriors, journeying through recovery.  

Janet Gwilliam-Wright

Janet Gwilliam-Wright

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One Response

  1. Janet – You said it perfect because I feel the exact same way every single day, and I’m sure many other individuals do too. “I miss her every day and I find myself asking questions that only she could have answered.” Thank you for the Motherlove Project! It definitely helps woman like us to deal with our grief a little better because through it we can connect with others facing a similar battle. Your story is heartbreaking so thank you for sharing it and letting us share our own story with you and all its readers.

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