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Letter to My Mother

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My Dearest Mother,

I love you and miss you with all my heart. You were my hero, my protector and the love of my life. As a child I dreaded the day that you would leave me, the day when God would come calling. And now it's here, the quiet of that other side its volume deafening and complete. We are here dad, Chell and I, still standing at the ready, still waiting to hold you. We took it upon ourselves to see you through this difficult journey, as you took it upon yourself to see us through each trial that came our way. And you did.

Moments after Mum passed away.


Over the past ten years we witnessed your decline, we came to know firsthand what Parkinson's can do to a person. Your faith in God became our faith in God. Your courage inspired and continues to inspire.

All those years ago we would sit together and discuss our dreams. Some of which will never come true. And you understood that, but that never let you down. You moved forward with prayer and innocence of heart, persevering until the end. Despite the loneliness of estrangement and excommunication, despite chronic pain and sadness, your faith never wavered. You believed in the truth in its absolute form, presented it with a loving heart and forgave when it was rejected, something I am having trouble doing.
 
But I'll get there with your help, with your example.

You who carried us through snowstorms as children, who breathed for Chelly during her asthmatic attacks, who abated dad's diabetes, who saved me from a life threatening illness—You, it's just you who protected us, saved us, loved us. With verse and song, a hug and kiss, countless delicious meals, wounds healed, broken hearts mended and made whole again—a million and one things that only you could and did accomplish. Mom, you are a success story in the purest sense.  And I thank you with the most profound gratitude I can offer.

I long to place my cheek against yours, to kiss your forehead, to hold you forever. I love you mama.

Your Anibob.

(Anil, a most fortunate son)

"We loved with a love that was more than love."—Edgar Allan Poe

Posted by Anil Anandaraju

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