To Mom

Dear Mom,

I can’t begin to comprehend the difficulties, stresses and tribulations you been through in the past 18-months. You’ve always had an inner-peace about you, something within your soul that guided you along life’s adventurous road. It’s both painful and unfortunate to see this peace now replaced by hurt, frustration, loneliness and sorrow.

Your once cheerful voice and smile you’d greet us with has been replaced with an exhausted tone and expression. I briefly reminisce on the dinners we’ve shared as a family and the way you’d always greet us, however it pains me too much in comparing our past life with the present. Perhaps I can revisit these memories when things get better, and they will.

I’ve tried my best with my limited life experience, to shelter you and carry the burdens on my shoulders. But it’s a task I’ve obviously not mastered well enough. My goal has never been of malice nor further destruction, but rather to assist in preserving what remains from the tremendous loss and void.

My words and tonnage are aggressive, but it’s my defense mechanism to distance myself from my hurt of seeing you so venerable. It’s a sight that reminds me of Dad in his weakened state, an image I don’t care to be reminded of. I know the day will come when I’ll take care of you as you did me as a child, but that day is not today. You have too many gifts to share with society and goals to accomplish before we get to that point.

God has given you this light, a light so powerful that even in your darkest moments, your rays will penetrate anything in it’s path and guide others in darker situations. You’ll be responsible for providing the light allowing them to find their path in life, and in turn you will find your meaning of life once again.

I love you with all my heart and pray for you even more than me.

 

Your Son