All struggles in life were on you. Your mother died with a brain cancer at the age of 33. After a year, your father re-married. You were a 17 year old at that time. All of your dreams in life had ended with this tragedy. You got married to Mr. Right on October 26, 1967. At this age and being the eldest, you started working hard like a cow just to feed your 4 sisters and 3 brothers.
Everything has an end. After 16 years of taking care of this family, you decided to separate from them, because you wanted to move on too. You already have 3 girls in a family of your own; they need a lot of time, and you were preparing for a good future for your children.
At this point your father, brothers and sisters don’t like you anymore; because you did not keep your promise to your mother, to take care of them. You moved to another place just to stay away from them.
Most of your time, you were trying to make a lot of money just to send your children to a prestigeous school in a city. Money was not easy to make for you because you didn’t finish your studies. You never finished your high school. You were a dreamer, I deeply admire you for that.
As time went by, all of your dreams came true. In 1999, your youngest daughter finished her studies, the last of 3 girl to finish college. Then after 2 years, all your debts were paid off.
May 1, 2003, you went to the doctor and had an operation then by June you found out you had a colon cancer. You were told you would live up to six months. How sad it was to hear this news. So you were like a dead person walking.
November 2, 2003, I remember our last breakfast. We were sitting on the floor with a small table. You did not join with us in eating. But instead, you were there sitting and watching our every bite.
At three o’clock in the afternoon, we sent you to the hospital. This was your last day and you were leaning on my shoulder. Suddenly, you stopped breathing. We tried to save your life by using an amboo bag to pump air into your lungs; then after I pumped many times your heart beat came back. The doctor’s advice was to use a respiratory system so that you could breath good.
All of your family agreed to disconnect all the medication on the next day at 7am.
During this hour you were getting weaker and weaker. You tried to talk to me because you wanted to remove the tube in your mouth. And I explained to you, you can’t breath if we will take it out from your mouth. I kept saying these words “I LOVE YOU MAMA, if you can hear me please move one of your fingers.” Yes, she did it with tears in her eyes. Oh, how I wish I could hear your voice too.
November 3, 2003, it was the 59th birthday of your Mr. Right. At six o’clock in the morning you passed away in a natural way, at the age of 53. How sad we were celebrating your Mr. Right’s birthday in the funeral home and singing happy birthday. And now, we are celebrating your 2nd death anniversary. For Papa, happy 61st birthday.
To both of you I am playing your favorite artist band, “The Platters”.
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During holidays, everyone is busy. People are going home just to join the large celebration of the family.
