Remembering!
Hmm...I just read Ryo-chan's Jweb translation on
ryopilover 's website about forgetting memories. While reading the whole thing...I could only remember my mother who passed away when I was 13 yrs old. I am 22 now and not a day goes by that I don't feel like I wish she was here, but it seems like I have forgotten a lot of things about her. I don't remember what she clearly looked like at the end (besides the picture taken in the past), I don't remember her voice or how her cooking tasted. It is painful to remember such things, but I just wish I could remember such stuff.
All I remember now is how her long hair had to be cut because it was getting in the way of her treatment, how I never got to say bye to her or talk to her at all for 3-4 days before she passed away. I remember praying to God that take everything away from, even my own life but please save my mom, but God is cruel as always who takes away the best people in this world. Her life had always been full of struggles, but she never let herself or us feel that. I wish I could talk about this to somebody, but I can't as words just can't seem to come out of my mouth about this. For past 9 years, all I have done is immerse myself in work like my dad and brother and try not to say much about my mother to them as it makes them tear up instantly. That is why I am going to write this on my journal for now and cry a bit as I never did before.
ryopilover 's website about forgetting memories. While reading the whole thing...I could only remember my mother who passed away when I was 13 yrs old. I am 22 now and not a day goes by that I don't feel like I wish she was here, but it seems like I have forgotten a lot of things about her. I don't remember what she clearly looked like at the end (besides the picture taken in the past), I don't remember her voice or how her cooking tasted. It is painful to remember such things, but I just wish I could remember such stuff.
All I remember now is how her long hair had to be cut because it was getting in the way of her treatment, how I never got to say bye to her or talk to her at all for 3-4 days before she passed away. I remember praying to God that take everything away from, even my own life but please save my mom, but God is cruel as always who takes away the best people in this world. Her life had always been full of struggles, but she never let herself or us feel that. I wish I could talk about this to somebody, but I can't as words just can't seem to come out of my mouth about this. For past 9 years, all I have done is immerse myself in work like my dad and brother and try not to say much about my mother to them as it makes them tear up instantly. That is why I am going to write this on my journal for now and cry a bit as I never did before.