Two Months After
September 11th, 2003 - Thursday
Mum’s Altar, which is her sewing machine placed in her bedroom, adorned with some of her favourite belongings. This altar is befitting Mum�s love for sewing. Among other things, she would make patchwork quilts from bits and pieces of cloths that she then gave away to family and friends. These quilts were mainly used as blankets and I am certain they have kept many a body warm during cold nights. Mum is well known for her generosity, ingenuity and thrift, as evident by the clever use of the odd pieces of fabrics that otherwise would have been discarded.
September 12th, 2003 at 22:43
Hang in there, man. It does get better with time. Keep in mind she is never far from you.
I lost my dad almost three years now. I miss him a lot still. In my heart are all the happy memories.
I never think of him as being gone for good. Just gone away for a while. And I look forward to meeting him again one day and catching up on lost time.
Hang in there, and be happy. Your mum would want you to go on. she raised you to be a fighter.
September 15th, 2003 at 00:28
Thank you for your words of encouragement. I know time will heal, but now, the wound is still bleeding fresh.
Mum had walked with me on all my life’s bitter journeys. However difficult it was, she never gave up. I did not have the opportunity to walk with her on hers.
I sure hope I have inherited one of her best traits - perseverance. It is a strenuous task caring for a severely disabled adult son but Mum never once complained for all the nineteen years that she had looked after me. Mum was that magnanimous.