Losing my mom in 2020 shattered my world. She wasn't just my mother; she was my closest friend, my confidante, and my pillar of strength. I vividly recall that fateful February morning when my dad woke me up instead of her. Something was wrong, he said, and my heart skipped a beat. Just the day before, she was perfectly fine. What had changed overnight?

Rushing to her room, I kissed her forehead gently, asking what was amiss. She couldn't respond, only requesting that I massage her legs. As I began, her breathing became labored, her distress palpable. Panic set in as I called for my younger brother and alerted my dad. "Mom, what's happening? Please, wake up," I pleaded, holding her head in my lap. We urgently summoned help, knowing we needed to get her to the hospital.

In those agonizing moments, she struggled, then slipped away. Dad arrived, and together, we rushed her to the hospital, but it was too late. The numbness that followed her passing was overwhelming, disbelief and sorrow merging into an unbearable reality. How could she be gone?

My memories of her flood back, especially the story she often recounted about my childhood illness. Doctors had given up hope, but her prayers, she believed, brought me back from the brink. Her faith and love were unwavering, and they sustained us through life's trials.

On the day of her burial, I tried to kiss her one last time, but a numbness paralyzed me. Instead, I held her hand, the same hand that had comforted me, disciplined me, and lifted me up countless times. It felt surreal, saying goodbye to the person who shaped my world.

Since then, I've carried her with me in every moment. I feel her presence, guiding me through challenges and celebrating my successes silently. There are days when I ache to tell her how much I love her, to hear her voice one more time, to seek her wisdom.

Mom, your hands may no longer hold mine physically, but your spirit remains etched in my heart. I cherish every lesson you taught me, every sacrifice you made, and every embrace we shared. Though the pain of losing you is profound, I find solace in knowing that your love continues to surround me, even in your absence.

As I navigate life without you, I hold onto the memories tightly, finding comfort in the belief that one day, we'll reunite. Until then, I carry your legacy forward, honouring you in every step I take. I love you, Mom, today and always.

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