Dear Mom

Dear Mom
I miss you. Still. In a different way each day, every year. I didn’t know there were so many ways to miss one single person. But there are so many ways to love, it only makes sense. I miss you,
As much as I miss you I’m still angry. This is part of the grief, or so I’ve been told, I’m angry you didn’t prepare me to live without you.
As much as I hate the disease that stole you from me, but something I can never be angry about. I’m so thankful you choose to fight, not only after the first surgery, I’m thankful that the pains are over. I’m thankful that it taught me about patience, about loving through action and the strength I would need to get through loosing, but all of them have you pulling a smile through the pain, no matter what. I’m so thankful you taught me how to be resilient. And yes, your little man is doing well. I’m done with service (nysc) and I got a job, and I do go to church every Sunday now ‘ great right? ‘ I really miss you mom, the house is never a home without you. I tried staying out late at night thinking you would call me as usual, asking me my way about and telling me to get my ass home in the next 5seconds, funny enough mom, we no longer travel for Christmas anymore.
keep resting my *ochiri* *ozuo*