Dear Mummy,
The last I wrote you was in January 2013. It has been really
long, hasn’t it? I have tried not to write or even bother you in your eternal
rest with my fervent longing and need for you. But I woke up today longing to
join you. It has not been the greatest of months since I last wrote you. It was
a constant crisis one after another. I tried really hard mom to hold on, to
fight, to get up after each fall, but it is like me being a house built on the
shore of a rough ocean and bit by bit the water is taking back what is theirs.
I am tired mom,
physically, emotionally, and even my soul is exhausted. I have always bolstered
my strength with the hope of what tomorrow brings and the thought what my
absence would mean to those who loves me. But it has come to a point where even
the thought of tomorrow’s rainbow and the emptiness I would leave behind, does
not bolster me enough so that I do not long for that eternal darkness.
I miss you, Mummy, help!
Love,
Along
