I am just starting to do things which I habitually do everyday after more than a week in grief.
Eight days have gone since my mother’s demise and I was not really in my usual self, as the feel of losing her is extremely painful.
Until this morning, I was still receiving condolence messages from friends everywhere, local and abroad and all gave me strong words of encouragement for me to learn how to live without a mother.
After all I am used to live without a father since my age of 14.
I now admit that losing our love ones is very normal and one has to accept it as a simple fact of life.
Through death one may lose their loves ones like mother, father, wives and children or anybody and no one is spared from those experiences in life.
The only thing that I find it tough to forget is my mum’s extra endurance in bringing us all up single-handedly until all six of us became adults.
She labored herself at length as though there were no more tomorrow merely to ensure that I and all my siblings could live like other children with complete parents.
Now that she is gone, I am not sure whether I had done enough to return her mammoth deeds and sacrifices for us.
Few of my friends reminded me that there is no way that a son can repay all his mother’s sacrifices and no mother wants to make any claim for what she has done for their children…and that is why we call them mother.
The amount of sacrifices of any mother is immeasurably huge and the only way to repay a mother is the demonstrations of an unremitting, unrelenting and inexorable love for her throughout her life.
I hope and pray that I have not done anything to her displeasure while she was living.
I accept the opinion of my close friends that if I really want to express my infinite love for her, I just need to heed all her advice and do what she loved me to do.
That’s all for today and I shall be back to regular writing in just days from now…hopefully.