My mum died 15 years ago for a fulminating stage IV gallbladder cancer: when the doctors came to a diagnose it had already spread to the pancreas and the liver. She left us in less than two months. All I can remember of her are some images, her perfume and the last time I've seen her, but I know she was a beautiful woman and mother loved by everyone who was touched by her kindly spirit.
I regret that I couldn't have known her and that she couldn't see my sisters' and mine growth, but I hope she'll be proud of what we've become through all these years.
I love you,
Shiratori-chan
P.S.: you know Mum? Now I'm the one who's wearing that necklace of yours that you let me touch when I was a little child: I still love to tell your story to everyone who looks at it.
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