@od_gebo: Listening to this song takes me back to one of the most difficult moments of my life, the day I lost my mother on October 20, 2013. At that time, I was in Lae. I remember being in the kitchen preparing dinner when my older brother and his wife returned home from work. They sat quietly on the couch, and I could tell something was wrong. Looking back now, I believe they were trying to find the right way to break the news to me. Then my brother called out, "Opaing." "Yes?" I replied. He paused for a moment and then said, "I think by now you should have heard the news already." I was confused and shocked. "What news?" I asked. Then he said the words that changed everything: "Mom has left us." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother was perfectly fine when I left home and came to Lae. In fact, I had only come up to buy sugar for her before returning home. How could she be gone? I finished serving dinner and gave everyone their food. I put my own plate aside and covered it because I had completely lost my appetite. I couldn't bring myself to eat. When my other older brother heard that our mother had passed away, he immediately called home and told everyone not to bury her yet. He said, "Don't bury Mom. I will come home myself, hold her, and bury her. I was away when Dad died, so please keep Mom until I come home." The following morning, we left Lae by boat and traveled to Finschhafen. We arrived in Sialum at around 7:00 p.m. From there, we began the six-hour walk to our village, Yamino. Throughout the entire journey, I was still in disbelief. Deep inside, I kept telling myself that it couldn't be true. I believed my mother was still alive and that somehow there had been a mistake. From the moment I received the news that afternoon, I never ate a single meal. Strangely, my stomach felt full, even though I hadn't eaten anything. After hours of walking, we finally climbed the last mountain. At around 1:00 a.m., as we reached the top, I could hear people singing and crying in the distance. That was the moment reality hit me. The sounds carried through the night air, and I knew then that it was true, my mother was gone. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I just stood there in silence as tears rolled down my face. My brother looked at me and said, "Sit down and let me pray." After he finished praying, we got up and continued walking home. It has been 13 years since my mother passed away, but listening to this song brings back every one of those memories as if it happened yesterday. We miss you, Mom. We love you always. 🫂❤️😘

Opaing Dabby Gebo

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Sunday 28 June 2026 09:05:46 GMT