To Nelia and family, our hearts beat with yours as you bid her final farewell. Our mother: our first cradle, our first home, our safest refuge, our comfort and strength, our truest friend.
Today is the 8th anniversary of my mother's death. It has been years since she passed away but the pain of having lost her is just as acute as it was then.
She was the truest mother in every sense of the word. Imperfect a person as she was like the rest of mankind, she was perfect in her love and sacrifice for her children.
Today I remember her and the times when we talked about the most mundane things. No, we did not really talk, she listened while I told her about things of any importance to me, however insignificant, however irrelevant. She always gave me the time. No time was ever the wrong time or busy time. She listened while I babbled on, half of the things I said probably figments of the child's fertile imagination. But she made me feel like they were the most brilliant things she had ever heard.
I miss her, even the times when I would upset her with my insensitivity, and the times she would upset me by forgetting that I was already grownup and no longer her little girl. I miss my mother and her loving care. I look forward with deepest longing to the day I shall see her again.