Write a letter to your mom. Tell her something you’ve always wanted to say, but haven’t been able to.
This is a bitter-sweet prompt. I will tell you the sweet part first.
As much as possible I try not to hold back my love, what I have to say and do what needs to be done to make Mother happy. And I did, that was on February 14, 2000.
Having just returned from a Mexican pilgrimage, I had a brilliant idea to start sharing my pilgrim experience. The best way to do that was to throw Valentine’s party and celebrate Father’s death anniversary to surprise Mother. But of course, I had an ulterior motive; to write a “blog” in longhand. I do not own a typewriter nor a computer then. My family will be the guinea pig for my first “blog.” All of my siblings came with their children. It was a successful party. Mother was thrilled. This is sweet. Everybody received the “blog.” No reactions from my siblings, I wasn’t happy. Mother enjoyed the “blog.” This is sweet.
When the party was over, everybody went on their merry way. Somehow, life got in the way; work that is. A few weeks later, Mother called me at work: “Lady, come and visit me.” I said, “Yes Mother. I will be there for the weekend.” I didn’t. I forgot. The following week, my phone rang early in the morning. It was my sister. “Lady, Mother died this morning.” That was March 31, 2000. This is bitter.
Now, if I’ll write this letter, will she be able to read it?My Dearest Mother, I am so Sorry. Please forgive me for not coming to visit when I said yes. I love you. Lady