That awkward moment when she walks in on you with your girlfriend.
Or that other time when she asks you why so & so’s daughter stopped visiting.
Or the heart attack you almost get when you find her holding your phone.
They even try to hold your hand when you’re crossing the road together – and no, she’s not asking for assistance.
Still calls almost every night of the first year after moving out to find out if you’ve eaten.
Ever notice how she notices even the slightest loss of weight?
How you quickly change the topic when she starts talking of mama Boi’s grandchildren.
“And weren’t you in the same class with Boi?” She’d hint, not really asking.
Then she’d subtly remind you that you’re still invited to nani’s wedding.
Oh, what I would give for such experiences!
Mothers.
Never asking. Always giving. Praying Ceaselessly.
Oh, but they lie!
They say time’s a healer,
That the pain will end. Eventually.
Maybe in another life.
14 Years today, and it still feels like yesterday.
It’s not been easy mum. It’s never been.
I hope you look down on us and are proud.
We are giving it our all. The best we can.
Forever loved. Dearly Missed.
Nince! 