Losing you hurts me in a way that I didn’t think was possible. I can’t breathe. My heart hurts. It’s even worse knowing that you didn’t go peacefully. That you suffered. And that kills me. It’s even worse knowing that I couldn’t be there to say goodbye. I couldn’t be there to say thank you. And that I won’t be there as you are laid to rest.
You were the strongest woman that I knew. A single mother of 6 kids, raising them in a third world country, with an elementary level education. But, through your hard work and determination, you put them all through school. You struggled, but you loved them more than you loved yourself.
I’m going to miss you, but I know this is what’s best for you. You didn’t deserve to be trapped in a shell, unable to move. Not when freedom meant so much to you. Thank you for all the big things you did. But, most of all, thank you for the small things that made me feel special, loved, and cared for no matter what.
My heart is broken now, but I will heal. I’ll be ok. Because I owe it to you to work hard and be the best version of me that I can be. You sacrificed too much for me to do anything else. Thank you for giving me the best of you. Rest In Peace. Till I see you again!