Mom's love letter

Dear Resonea,

You would be a young and healthy girl of 35 if you lived, if that accident hadn't taken away my precious baby. The baby sister you never got to see is 25 now.

I wonder if you did attend her graduation when she smiled brightly into the camera. I stood proudly beside her, and the camera snapped photographs of us. It was only after a few minutes that tears began to prick at my eyes and I realized something was missing. You.

Oh! How I would give even my life to see you once more! To see you happy, to see you smile.

This morning, I took out the pictures of you which were taken 25 years ago. You were grinning from ear to ear. You looked lovely in that sunflower hat. I began to sob and my tears stained the black-and-white photograph. Horrified, I tried to rub it off, but those tear-drops have smudged your face and couldn't be removed.

Even though so many years has passed since you got killed in that accident, I still cry afresh when I see things that remind me of you. Such as the ten year old coat you used to wear for special occasions.

I have your diary with me and the last entry was on how excited you'd be to see your sister. But you didn't have the chance.

I regret that I hadn't spent more time with you, but instead was preoccupied with my work. I used to come back, so tired I snapped at you when you just wanted to have some time with me. I have given up my job now.

I see the stars twinkling in the sky as if saying Don't cry mom, don't cry. I'll always be with you. The rivers echo their thoughts, reflecting their twinkles. Resonea, how is it like up there? I hope all is well. Do you still play rugby? (place a little smile here) Do you play the piano in heaven for the all the angels to hear?

Darling, one day, we will be reconciled. One day. The one day that I am waiting for.



I love you,

Mom