Hello,
I’m sorry we are meeting here under these circumstances. This pain is something I definitely don’t wish upon no one and yet all people will have to face it at one point in their lives.
It’s my turn now.
On 8th March 2021 I lost my best friend, confidant, my rock and motivation… my mum. I don’t think it’s a coincidence she passed on that date considering the kind woman she was. Kindhearted and selfless even with those who didn’t deserve it and a warrior when something or someone threatened those she loved. She was extraordinary. The kind of human being you don’t see so often these days.
Biology says she was my grandmother but I don’t care about that. She was my mother, IS my mother. She took me under her care soon after I was born and we never looked back.
We were together for 25 years until I have to leave because of my country’s current crisis. So yes, My mum died while I was so far away from her. I never could imagine that that last hug I gave her before I went to the airport was indeed going to be the very last one. I couldn’t go to her funeral, I won’t be able to go and scatter her ashes where she wanted. I didn’t take her hand during her last breath. I will never forgive myself for all of that.
I’m so broken. I feel I’m going through hell and I’m going through it completely alone. I’m alone in this foreign country and my relatives and friends don’t seem to understand. They just ignore me when I try to talk about how lonely I feel and the pain of losing my mum.
So there you have it. I just wanted to share a bit of my pain and if you read it all, thank you for doing it.