I'm sure as hell everyone has had a bad day before.
That morning with the horrible migraine and 5 reports due.
That horrible work night coming home to a nagging wife and crying baby.
Ever wonder why we fall sick. Ever ask God " Why me? "
Well. we've just revealed another piece to my puzzle.
Look over your shoulder. You see that 10 year old smiling happily at you. Playing with his robot or watching television. As a 10 year old kid , I had to see my mother terminally ill. The pain and suffering begun way before that. But I was too young to understand how serious cancer was.
With breast cancer she overcame it with determination to see her children all grown up. To grow old with her husband. To live life to the fullest. But all that ended tragically with brain cancer. I tell you it was not easy seeing your own beloved mother like that. On nights we used to all sit in her room crying thinking it was the last night together. Being a kid. Thinking of losing your mother isn't something you'd want to do. I only had 10 years with her. What wrong did she do to have to endure all that suffering. What wrong has this family done to have to go through so much. Why. Why the hell do we have to suffer.
I was ten when she passed. The first lifeless body I had to see. God gave me 10 years to get close before taking her away from me. I had to see her heart stop beating. I had to cry for nights knowing I'd never see her smile again. I'd never hug her again. I'd never make her cards anymore. I'd never hear her voice again.
Even now. 5 years after she left us. Depression still plagues. Lingers in the shadows. No one understands it. No one would understand me. Let me be. Shunned by society. Walking aimlessly in life.
