My grandma had a stroke, Dr. gives her three days. My mom is flying to Indonesia and all I can think about is, that it isn't fair. My mother is a wonderful person and she's gone through enough. She lost her husband, three months later she loses her father. She has a daughter whose "wild". Several years passes, now it's her mothers time. I was suppose to meet her next year. She says she is okay, but I know she is trying to stay strong. I have cried for the both of us. I will miss my mother while she is away. I've grown such a attachment to her. I was wild child, I was a bad child, I was not a good child. I was not the child my mother thought I would be.
I've spent the last 2 years having my mother apart of my life again. And now I fear that I will lose her. Because shit happens. I love my mother so much and I will pray she will have a safe journey there and home. I haven't prayed in years. I lost hope when my dad died. I will regain faith and pray that my mothers journey takes her safely home. I have no idea what I will do if I lose my mother....
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