I don’t even know how to write about this right now, but my dear mother passed away last Friday, after a two-year battle with liver disease. Words can’t really express the grief I am feeling right now, but one thing that has been giving me comfort is a photo album that my mother made for me, several years ago.
She made one for each of her three daughters, of which I am the youngest. The album is very telling, as it’s full of photos of the people she loved and the places and events that were important to her. There are photos of all of the houses we lived in, places she and my father travelled to and our graduations. You can tell by the abundance of photos of my father and my sisters and I, that she loved us all very much.
There are pictures of my father, from when he was very young to more recent ones (they met when they were fourteen).
There’s a roller derby postcard I gave her, which shows that she was proud of me, and one of me with dreadlocks, cuddling into her. See, she loved me dreadlocks and all.
I’m totally gutted right now and still trying to sort through all of this, but when I picture my mom lovingly putting these albums together for us, it gives me comfort. I wonder if she knew she was creating such a treasure. It will always be a reminder of her amazing life and love for her family.
Thank you Mom, for everything. I will miss you always.