what cannot be cured must be endured.!

People,there is a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How you met a new person in your life. The purpose of buying something new. Sometimes the story are simple and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.But remember,behind all your stories is always your mother's story,because hers is where yours begins ! God cannot be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.! So, here goes my mother's story...
My mother had been a confident and a determined women.She was purely a traditional women, who respected indian values and culture. She had been an excellent volley ball player in her college years. But her life changed drastically in the year 1997 as she started suffering from a weird disease multiple scelorisis.She became bedridden and suffered for a span of eight years.Doctors told that this disease had no cure and gave up.It was decided that my mom had to lay on bed throughout her life.When adversity knocked on her door she welcomed it and faced it bravely. She neither lost her faith in god nor her courage in life.That was the thing i appreciated about my mom.We never know the value of a person during their stay with us. The same way i never knew the value of my mother when she was with me. There were times i wished she would leave me alone. But then she did. She died.! I lost my mother to shadow that day.
One day can bend your life and that day seemed to bend mine inexorably downward.My mom had been all over me as a kid - advice,criticism and the whole mothering divine thing.When i saw my beloved mother dead, i began to drift over as if i was an abnormal.! I wanted to laugh but she wasnt there to share with. I wanted to cry but she wasnt there to console me. At that moment, i felt lonelier than i had ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all except my breathing. Now when i saw my darling mother,i just meant to say that i saw her dead..There was nothing else left to say. I wanted to live with my mom like the others but it turned up into a huge mess.i just stood there in tears.I wanted to shout her name but there was no sound from my throat. I had never even imagined that the conversation i made with her that morning would be the last for my whole life.Finally that day i totally lost her and wished i could have had some more time to spend with her because she was my mother and had a bottomless well of love for me.Its that thing when your parents die,you feel like instead of going into every fight with a back-up,you are going into every fight alone.Therfore, when something cannot be changed in life we have to accept it and go through it.!

ASK YOURSELF THIS: If you have ever lost someone you love,can you imagine seeing them right in front of you again, close enough to touch , to smell and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so then you can go your whole life collecting days and none will be greater than the one you wish you had back.!
WHAT IF YOU GOT IT BACK?