This March, my mum passed away – thirteen days after her 79th birthday.
Although she was sick for some time and the doctor kept reminding us that her time was ticking, it’s still a shock when receiving the call from nursing home in the middle of the night. “I’m sorry to inform you that your mum just passed away.”
When we arrived at the nursing home, my mum seemed she was asleep, just looked a bit pale. I didn’t know why the nurse asked me to tidy up her hair, but I complied using her comb. I found out later that the nurse just let me to do one last thing for her to make me feel better. Her body was still warm and we said our final farewell. When we left, I turned off her bed light. Nobody at home anymore.
I couldn’t sleep that night, soon sunrise came and another day started. People resumed their normal life but mum was gone and my family will never be the same again. In the following days, we were busy in answering phone calls from relatives and friends, and organizing the funeral. I returned to work two days later, I needed something to distract me from the sadness. However I found myself occasionally stared blankly at the monitor and found hard to focus. Regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.
The last time I saw my mum, she was sleeping peacefully in the casket. I never thought of my first PowerPoint slideshow was created for her funeral. There were condolences and tears. The 45-minute service felt like a lifetime. Mum, I tried my best all these years to make you proud of me. Although not quite getting there, at least I proved myself not a bad person. I hope in the end you won’t regret to have given birth to me than a BBQ pork – her favorite quote every time when I annoyed her. Farewell and rest in peace.