MOM

I truly never learned what these words were until I reached for your hand and it wasn’t there. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever. I’m just feeling a little too sad because I’ve been celebrating this day alone for over 20 years. Maybe I’m just a little curious how life would be if you were around. I would not have missed so much of my life if you were there. I would not have proven my existence because I know in my heart you will live for me. I would have not wallowed in self-pity because you will find ways to lift me up. I would not have planted so much anger in my heart if you have been there to take all my pain away. I would not have to pressure myself for trying too hard because you will accept me for whatever I am and whoever I am. I guess I am just saying all these because I am missing you — missing you so much it hurts. But then again, I still think that you left because God has a better plan for all of us than what we have for ourselves, than what you have for us. I can’t thank you enough for all these twisted, intertwining moments that made me who I am today. I will always be thankful and a little heartbroken for you have chosen to be with Him and look after us. After all, we will meet again, when it’s His time. Happy birthday, Mom. I will always love you. Thank you for visiting me this morning.