It's my mom's birthday today. It's a wonderful reminder of the years she spent with us -- loving us, taking care of, nurturing us and stopping us for doing what we usually want to do.
This day is also a reminder of her absence since she went to heaven two years ago. The feeling of losing her is still fresh but the pain seems so far away. Everytime I or we experience hardships, I'm relieved that she's no longer with us today -- to worry about us, to cry or to feel frustrated when she feels helpless. I'm happy that she's out there praying for us and loving us in her own way God has allowed her to.
It's her turn to be worry-free, just watch us make her proud of how we handle things. I could see her face cringe whenever we make certain decisions but I know that she trusts us that we make them for the best of everyone.
I still miss her -- a lot! I still do find myself cry at times when I feel alone and talk to her as if she's just right beside me, but in the long run, I am thankful that she's already at peace with herself and with our Creator.
I miss our laughter, I miss her fascinating stories and animated expressions. I miss how she takes care of us and how she always makes us feel loved. I miss how she reprimands us over the most trivial of things. I miss shopping for homewares with her. I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT HER.
Mahmu, happy birthday! I miss you a lot. Don't worry, we'll be okay. Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving us always. I love, Ma. Happy birthday!
This day is also a reminder of her absence since she went to heaven two years ago. The feeling of losing her is still fresh but the pain seems so far away. Everytime I or we experience hardships, I'm relieved that she's no longer with us today -- to worry about us, to cry or to feel frustrated when she feels helpless. I'm happy that she's out there praying for us and loving us in her own way God has allowed her to.
It's her turn to be worry-free, just watch us make her proud of how we handle things. I could see her face cringe whenever we make certain decisions but I know that she trusts us that we make them for the best of everyone.
I still miss her -- a lot! I still do find myself cry at times when I feel alone and talk to her as if she's just right beside me, but in the long run, I am thankful that she's already at peace with herself and with our Creator.
I miss our laughter, I miss her fascinating stories and animated expressions. I miss how she takes care of us and how she always makes us feel loved. I miss how she reprimands us over the most trivial of things. I miss shopping for homewares with her. I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT HER.
Mahmu, happy birthday! I miss you a lot. Don't worry, we'll be okay. Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving us always. I love, Ma. Happy birthday!
