re: 1st LSU football season without my mom

I buried my mom January 18 of this year. She was my buddy that i could tell anything too and get the answer that was needed. I still grieve her today and I am 64yrs old missing her very much. When you lay your head on your pillow at night, pray in her name. It works for me.

After loosing my Dad this year and understanding what your going through, all I can say is think of what she would say about what you are thinking about the Tigers.

People cope in different ways my friend....

She'll still be watching with you, baw.

I like this:

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.

by Henry Scott Holland

My dad died April 20, 2004 after suffering a stroke. The last game we watched together was the National Championship vs. Oklahoma, multiple times due to it being recorded. He was so proud to finally see his beloved TIGERS finally win the National title.

Lost my Dad in '96. Every trip into Tiger Stadium is emotional, however it has definitely transitioned to a smiling/recollection emotion vs sad emotion.

Trust that you, on your own timeline and way, will as well.

For me, I will always believe Dad blew Morris's Walk-Off Natty homerun, just one month after we lost Dad. It was deeply emotional to glance over at the phone right after the dogpile and realize I couldn't call Dad for the first time ever.

Keep that in mind in early 2020 when the Tigahs win the Natty, and you ride that emotional experience.

Lost my Dad on June 8th 1992, he was 82 after a 12.5 week battle from diagnosis to his passing of renal carcinoma....it was brutally and mercifully quick as he didn't suffer too much or long.

Dad was a 3 sport letterman at LSU: Baseball, Basketball and Football back in late 20's early 30's(went to Istrouma) and instilled a life long love of all things LSU in me. As a letterman, back then before things changed, he received a pair of tickets to all sports LSU and we went to them. Of course the 3 he played and many more. Because of this I was able to see Billy Cannon's Halloween punt return, Pistol Pete in the Ag Center and too many to mention.

To this day, I think of or talk to him in my mind anytime I watch or attend an LSU related event. Hope I never lose the passion for our University and LSU Sports. Your Mom will always be there with you!!!

RIP Dad &

Sad to see so many in similar situations but feels a bit better to read all of your coping methods.

Hang in there , hopefully she will be fine .