It has been six years since my mom passed on. In the days before her death, she was in real great pain. The morphine somehow gave her some relief, but not completely. Her cries of agony echoed all over the hospital room. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but pray that God would end her pain so she can be at peace. True enough, she passed away a couple of days later. While I and my siblings were inconsolable when the hour finally came, we couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief knowing that she has been freed from her suffering.
Six years later, we couldn’t help but feel that she should have had more years with us.
Then again, that is a common feeling when you’re missing someone you have been close to for most of your life. As a child, I often helped her tend to her garden at home, and this gardening thing is helping me deal with my current anger issues. As my therapist said, picking up gardening as a hobby had a lot to do with memories of my mother, and she was absolutely correct. As I tend to my vegetable garden, my head is often filled with thoughts of doing everything with my mom by my side. I miss my mom, and I wish she would tend to this garden with me.