For all of us who regret our past, for my mom and for myself.
It's been less than a month since my brave sweet mother lost her battle to brain cancer. Me being 19 years old and my brother being 20 were left alone with our father. Many of us here probably regret the way we treated our moms. My mother, for example, was the type of person who didn't have any hobbies or anything "her own". She gave all of her energy to her job and to the house and family. I cannot begin to express my despair as I wash the dishes thinking that maybe if I had helped her more she might have been alive and healthy now. If I had spent more time with her so she wouldn't feel so lonely. And that's not for "oh don't blame yourself, it's not your fault" stuff because it is all true. Never the less, it's way too late now to change what has already happened.
Most of the time when any of the three of us had an argument, she would be the one to take the heat and solve the problem. There are so many chores around the house I never even thought about that now I was forced to discover and attend.
For my sweet brave mother, the most positive little soldier I ever knew, there's nothing else to do to repay my gratitude but to take her place and do what she cannot anymore. So I promise here and at her grave that I will put the family needs and problems before my own, that I'll be strong and shoulder the grief of my brother and father as much as I can, as that is exactly what she would do and what she had been doing all along.
To my sweet angel, my brave soldier, my masked hero who helps from the shadows, thank you for everything and may you rest in peace!
Until we meet again.