Can you imagine that people are still asking me this question, "How is your mother?" Every time I hear that, something moved within me because then I have to tell them that my mother died. It is hard to believe that some people have not heard about the death of my dear mother. How long will that question continued to be asked? I guess there is no answer to that because people are always migrating from one place to the next, some have lost contact with friends and loved ones, and some just do not keep up with current family matters. But to tell you the truth, I welcome the question, and you know why?, my mother is remembered, still talked about and resting in glory. No matter how far or near my people are, she will always be remembered because of the fine qualities she portrayed and that welcoming smile she always displayed for everyone who came in contact with her. Her name was one that could hardly be forgotten, so no one dared to ask, "what was her name again?" Oh no!
If my mother had enemies, I am not sure about that! I don't know of any and if there were any, they were really good at hiding behind a mask. I still remembered her smile, her laughter, that mischievous look in her eyes, and I remembered a mother who loved her children dearly. See you in heaven mother!
A Visit To My Mother's Room
I finally gathered the courage and strength to return to my mother's bedroom after months of grieving. The room looked just the same and everything was still in place.
The creme and beige lace curtains lined with floral material, made by her, still graced the windows which looked as though they were still in mourning. Her clothes were still hanging in the closet all wrinkle free. Among them were dresses that she never got the chance to wear. I especially noticed those old bed slippers that she loved so much, a gift given to her by one of her sisters when she took her first visit to Canada.
Again, I say, everything was still there, but my mother was missing.
Two of my relatives and I spent hours going through her belongings. Some made me sad, some made me glad, some made me smile, and others made me laugh out real loud.
My mother could be classified as a bookkeeper, a secretary, a librarian and even as a photographer. I found books that her children and grandchildren used from the first to the fifth grades, letters, bills and other paper works dated as far back as in the 1960's. I saw photos and funeral programmes of people I never remembered existed in this life. I could hardly believe it. Some of the black and white photos were hilarious. We really had a good laugh at some of the things we saw. If my mother was there with us, she would have been laughing just the same. We always had a good laugh at anything that was funny.
We put away most of her clothes for charity, but I kept some for myself. I had to, and I will wear them until they fade away, just because they remind me of her, but in a happy way.
This day was a day long to be remembered. My mother, rest in peace.
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