Idawari Damingo :
Thank you Thank you so much for that honest, heartfelt reply.
Nothing in this world can ever be equated to a mother’s love.
I believed, with every fiber of my being, that I loved my mother deeply while she lived, and even after she passed. But at her burial service, I came to a painful realization — I had only scratched the surface of that love. I understood then that she was not just my mother; she was a soul entrusted to me, a living extension of myself.
I realized I was her continuation, her earthly echo. As her body was laid to rest, a fragment of my own spirit was buried with her. The moment the first handful of earth touched her grave, an excruciating, soul-deep ache pierced me — a pain so profound it nearly claimed my life. That was on the 25th of October, 2025.
Mothers will traverse any distance for their children.
Mothers will ascend to unimaginable heights just to conceal your suffering.
I have been a widow for 16 years, yet for 15 of those years, my mother carried my burdens in silence. She never permitted the world to glimpse the weight I bore. From the 22nd of May, 2010, when I became a widow, until her final breath, she was my unwavering refuge. I had hoped she would remain by my side, growing old with me as we journeyed through life together.
What devastates me most is that she departed this world just before her 69th birthday — taken by cervical cancer and heart failure. Words fail me now. I entrust all my grief to God, the ultimate arbiter of every pain.
So I understand you completely.
Even at 46, the ache remains raw. She was the only one who would gently tap my back and whisper, “It’s okay. I am here.”
Hmmmm…
Keep resting my Angel..
I love you so
2026-06-11 12:07:25