Death.
I never know how bad that word means. I think when someone passed away, our family or friends or lover, your life gonna change and you’ll never be the same anymore. Some part of us has gone and they won’t come back. Death leaves too many pain and believe me, no one could heal. The scar will always be there and even if you’re move on, it’ll always be there.
I lost my mommy in ALS when I was 13. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is a motor neuron disease, a fucking-shit-damn-disease that I really hate. There’s no medicine to that disease and every case ended with deadness. Read a best-seller book from Mitch Albom, “Tuesday with Morrie” to more information or you can e-mail me.
Anyway, even though that’s a big shot for me, I felt sorry to my daddy. He lost my mom, his father and his mother all at once, at the same year. But I never see him crying, ever.
I remember its Friday when my mother’s brother and my aunt woke me up in 10pm and we go to mortuary. I’m speechless. I couldn’t even cry out loud. I can’t believe it, cause I thought I’ve just pray but how could He didn’t listen to me? Then I go back to home, my grandma (my mommy’s mother) thought that I and my lil’ bro needs to get some sleep enough after all. I don’t remember his reaction cause I’m too overwhelmed with shock. That night, I was fall asleep in my mommy’s bed while my dad never leaves her until we buried it.
When I wake up in the morning, I thought it was the most frightening nightmare I ever had. But when I realized where do I slept and I didn’t find my mommy in her favorite sofa, at that times I knew that a terrible nightmare has become reality.
Family, friends and my parent’s colleagues—I never met half of them before—come to the mortuary. They hugged me and whisper in my ear that I must be strong. I said nothing. When all of my classmates comes, I give my best smiled and try to cheer them up—not them trying to cheer me up. When they gone, back for school, that’s the first time I knew that I’m a hypocrite person. Later I’ll smile when I’m happy and laugh when I’m too sad to cry. I couldn’t cry in front of people anymore except for the hardest time and I never chat with my friend again. I lost all of my BFF anyway.
In Bible it said that people who dead would not remember their life in world. I just wonder, if it’s true. How sad it is. I hate to imagine that my mommy doesn’t recognize me anymore. It’ll hurt me more than peoples did. What it look like from heaven? Will she remember me, somehow? Cause I’ll remember her for the rest of my life. Cause since she have been gone, I live to meet her someday.
I can’t wait for the happiest reunion I’ll have with my mom.
I never know how bad that word means. I think when someone passed away, our family or friends or lover, your life gonna change and you’ll never be the same anymore. Some part of us has gone and they won’t come back. Death leaves too many pain and believe me, no one could heal. The scar will always be there and even if you’re move on, it’ll always be there.
I lost my mommy in ALS when I was 13. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is a motor neuron disease, a fucking-shit-damn-disease that I really hate. There’s no medicine to that disease and every case ended with deadness. Read a best-seller book from Mitch Albom, “Tuesday with Morrie” to more information or you can e-mail me.
Anyway, even though that’s a big shot for me, I felt sorry to my daddy. He lost my mom, his father and his mother all at once, at the same year. But I never see him crying, ever.
I remember its Friday when my mother’s brother and my aunt woke me up in 10pm and we go to mortuary. I’m speechless. I couldn’t even cry out loud. I can’t believe it, cause I thought I’ve just pray but how could He didn’t listen to me? Then I go back to home, my grandma (my mommy’s mother) thought that I and my lil’ bro needs to get some sleep enough after all. I don’t remember his reaction cause I’m too overwhelmed with shock. That night, I was fall asleep in my mommy’s bed while my dad never leaves her until we buried it.
When I wake up in the morning, I thought it was the most frightening nightmare I ever had. But when I realized where do I slept and I didn’t find my mommy in her favorite sofa, at that times I knew that a terrible nightmare has become reality.
Family, friends and my parent’s colleagues—I never met half of them before—come to the mortuary. They hugged me and whisper in my ear that I must be strong. I said nothing. When all of my classmates comes, I give my best smiled and try to cheer them up—not them trying to cheer me up. When they gone, back for school, that’s the first time I knew that I’m a hypocrite person. Later I’ll smile when I’m happy and laugh when I’m too sad to cry. I couldn’t cry in front of people anymore except for the hardest time and I never chat with my friend again. I lost all of my BFF anyway.
In Bible it said that people who dead would not remember their life in world. I just wonder, if it’s true. How sad it is. I hate to imagine that my mommy doesn’t recognize me anymore. It’ll hurt me more than peoples did. What it look like from heaven? Will she remember me, somehow? Cause I’ll remember her for the rest of my life. Cause since she have been gone, I live to meet her someday.
I can’t wait for the happiest reunion I’ll have with my mom.
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