15 August 2005, is a day that I will never forget. Why you must be wondering. It’s simply because, on that day I lost my best friend, my mentor, my sister but most of all my mother.
My mother was a person who can never be replaced. She made many sacrifices in her life for me and she would even lay down her life for me.
Mum was a giver in all expects of her life. She gave up her happiness for me. She gave up her time for me. If you ask me to sit down and write down all the things she has given more, there would be no end to it.
Mum made me who I am today and I thank her and love her for it. She made me into a person who has a kind and loving heart that represented who she was. I would never hear a harsh word coming from her and she would always end up a quarrel with “You know I still love you for who you are.” She made me into a powerful and passionate woman that represented the life that she lead and did not give up even when the going got tough. She made me into the cheerful and giving person she was because to her, being able to support people either financially or physically and making their day is something that she was proud off. She made me into a humble and beautiful person I am today because she was always reminding me that people cannot tolerate a person who is proud and arrogant. These are just some of the qualities and characters mum had imparted to me and I thank her for that.
If you ask me how much do I love my mother, it would not be measurable. I would not be able to describe to you everything that I love about her. However, there is something that I want to write in this article and let you know about her.
1 month before my mother returned to our Lord and Maker, she called me into her room and as I was sitting and talking to her, she told me this. She said “Today let me tell you something darling, I will be returning to our Marker soon. But I want you to promise me one thing. I want you to promise me that on the day that I die, you don’t cry your heart out. I know that you are going to miss me but I want you to be strong.” Then she continued to say this to me “Today you can cry all you want in-front of me and I will be here to console you. But when I am gone and you cry, I cannot do anything for you anymore. Let me console you one last time.” Given that situation, I sat there and cried and talked to mum for about 3 hours or more. From that day onwards, mum’s health deteriorated until the day she return to Heaven.
On the morning when mum returned to the Lord, I cried. But they were tears of joy as mum did not have to suffer any longer. She did not have to struggle to breath and feel the pain of her other organs shutting down. It was indeed very painful to see her trying to take a deep breadth.
As I am writing this, tears feel my eyes and I remember as if it was yesterday that I was sitting at the edge of mum’s bed and talking to her.
Thank you mum for who you are and who you have made me to be. Thank you for allowing me to explore my life and gave me the opportunity to learn and try out new things. Thank you for guiding me in the right path and allowing me to give with all my heart and with no strings attached. Thank you for the love you have given me that I can give to others. But most of all, thank you mum for being a mum to me.
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