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In memory of my mom, Anne Nimocks

In the photo above in 2019, my mom is at my book signing in Fayetteville, NC. My mother died of natural causes Wednesday, August 10, 2022.

She was a child who was born because her sister LuMaddy, whom she never met, was killed in a truck accident at age 2. She had a sister 10 years older. When I lost my son to suicide, my mom dropped everything and drove up immediately with my ailing dad to be with me, and help us with everything including practical things like going to the pawn shop and picking up some of my son’s last possessions. There we stood three women in a pawn shop, me, my best friend Martha, and my mom. We couldn’t have stood out more if we’d worn fluorescent orange pantsuits. But she went and I needed her.

This new grief does trigger past grief but also reflection, love, and the meaning of life.

Generous and practical, my mom’s support never wavered. She ushered me and my brother through a lot of hardship. Some of mine included a broken neck at 15 from a diving accident, a brutal attempted rape, and murder at 18, a brain tumor at 36, and my son’s suicide in 2015. I know my dad’s health and mind were failing right after Charles died and she could have used more of my support then, but she knew I was barely existing, breaths taken in sips, a life that was temporarily underwater. I will not say our relationship was always perfect because were different in so many ways.

She was able to go on a river cruise with us down the Danube in 2019 just weeks before the world shut down. She was physically compromised at this point but she had the best time. In my entire life, I have never seen my mother drunk or tipsy. When she did drink, she never had more than two drinks and usually never more than one.

So it was our final night and we had planned to get the table for 10 so we could spend it with the group of people we’d gotten to know.  She had only one drink, a Manhattan, and I swear the bartender put rocket fuel in hers because suddenly she was uber-animated and as everyone entered, she’s waving her arms and laughing and telling everyone to be seated. She had so much fun playing the gregarious matriarch that night, which if you know my mom, was not exactly in her character. We had a ball watching her have so much fun.

She was 87 and blessed to have died peacefully in her sleep in her own home right after a family get-together she enjoyed immensely. That’s exactly what she wanted. And I am grateful for that.

The day before she died she went to her bridge group even though she didn’t feel well–a gathering that had happened for decades. Honestly, it was as much a support group as it was a social outing.

I know some of you lost your mother early, even to suicide, or grieve that you never got from your mom the love and support you deserve. For many, the mom relationship may have been laced with trauma.

I know I’m fortunate to have had someone who thought I was the center of the universe. I won’t lie. I will miss that.

My favorite picture of my mom

Slide show of my mom

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Anne Moss Rogers

I am an emotionally naked mental health speaker, and author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk. I raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost my younger son, Charles to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. I help people foster a culture of connection to prevent suicide, reduce substance misuse and find life after loss. My motivational mental health keynotes, training and workshop topics include suicide prevention, addiction, mental illness, anxiety, coping strategies/resilience, and grief. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now the legacy I try and carry forward in my son's memory. Mental Health Speakers Website. Trained in ASIST and trainer for the evidence-based 4-hour training for everyone called safeTALK.

4 thoughts on “In memory of my mom, Anne Nimocks”

  1. I love that the beautiful picture of you and your mother is in my bookstore. That was a very special day. Hugs to you.

  2. Anne Moss, I was so touched to read your beautiful tribute to your mother. She was one of my favorite people who I first met when we moved to Fayetteville. She was the epitome of the gracious Southern lady, while also being a competent professional in the non-profit arena. I can’t tell you how many of your thoughts about your mother struck a cord with me. Thank you and God bless you and your family in this time of loss.
    Fondly,
    Diane

    1. Oh man your name is tied to so many conversations I had with my mom. She thought the world of you. Thank you for your kind words. They mean so much especially now when I need them.

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