Dear... World
My dad died of cancer when I was 13, leaving behind my strong mom, my 2 younger brothers and me. We did well. We are doing well. Except my mom has been fighting lung cancer for 15 miraculous years.
I am 30 now, almost 31. I've been having difficulty since we sold my childhood house 7 years ago. We left for another country. I also moved on for education purposes, away from my family. I miss my younger years. I am mourning those years. For the time that is left behind. For the friends who moved on. For the loss of many things. Sure, I have a lot. I can't complain. But the things that filled my soul with security feel lost in time. My mother has aged significantly due to the sickness and the treatments.
Today my mother told me that in 2 years she wants to move to an elderly home of some sort. It broke me inside even more. When she does so, I won't have a home anymore. Visiting her will mean a hotel bed. God forbid disaster strikes and I lose everything, not having a home will even mean homelessness. Time is killing my mom and everything that gave me protection and security. Confidence.
Dear world. I am mourning. I am losing my home and everything that defined my existence in majority of my life.
I will come here many times to empty my heavy heart. My first outpour.
Hope someone can relate...