My mother’s last will and grant of probate came by courier just now. The lawyer had sent it over after all the matters have been settled. As I held the documents in my hands, I was choked with emotions. She was a simple woman but she had foresight. She knew she could not be there for me forever and had the will made. That was long before she was diagnosed with leukaemia.
In life and in death, she had it all laid out for me. I never ran out of the urological supplies that I needed. Her cache of Chinese herbs that she painstakingly simmered over charcoal fire was always laden. The soups were for me to regain my health. Day or night, no matter the hour, whenever I needed assistance, she was there. She was always there.
My mother’s last will.
I truly regret that I could not reciprocate the love and care that she had unconditionally showered on me. If ever I am granted a wish, I will wish to hold her in my arms again, no matter how brief that moment will be, to tell her how much I love her; and how much I still miss her after all these years; and how lucky I am to have her as a mother; and how sorry I am for not knowing how to appreciate her when she was around; and how I am a better person today because of her. Because of her…