Dear mom! Today is another big day! I share you my feelings mom... Suspense raised my fear. I felt the harshness in the air conquering my way. It was through the dark hallway, I expected everything to be firm. And I stepped up the memory-filled stairs as it was the final way to confirm about happenings in the house. It worried me a lot as the room that I was going to open happened to be my mother’s room. My hand refused to unlock the latch of the door; it was the fear that hampered my fingers. Difficulty kept dragging my sense into fear but finally, I took a long breath and with lots of uneasiness, I opened the door gently. There everything seemed to be confirmed at the very first sight. My heart started to sink. On the table drawn beside her head, she had put within her reach were few prayer books and medicines. Nothing of it was to get her touch again. It was her last touch on the things around. I went to her side and felt her last touch as a son. This was the hardest and coldest touch that I ever received from my mom. I took her hand gently and kissed her hand for the last time. Keeping my sadness in my heart wasn’t probable as the only way was shed tears for her. Tears began to blind my eyes and I couldn’t capture the last glimpse of her smile as she was no more going to smile at me. The invisible evil had already rested on her bed to take away her crimson joy. There was she, my mom, in the darkness with a prince of darkness blazing in her bed. Her loving arm was no more sheltering me instead challenge was reacting on her breath. And I felt she was imprisoned in the cage of death. I could see her wearing fear and grief. But nothing was possible to change her suffering. It was her distinct troubling breath that made us believe that she was alive. Her power in the breath seemed moving away. When the breath got powerless, detaching of breath from the soul was the toughest thing I saw in my mom at that juncture. Her pathetic condition gave me thoughts of all kinds. Numerous emotion and feelings rushed through my nerves but I was very late to express to my dear mom. I remembered those days when she raised me with her splendor love and care which made me think that my mom has been numerous times better; but once, in my present life, she has been so special to me. I could remember those days when her friendly fingers would twist my cheeks and say, “My lovely son!” Those were a few graceful hours filled with essence of love but it was unwise for me to wait for from now on. Sincerely loving son Norbu Kezang
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 02:41:00 +0000
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