Final Confirmation
The last thing I said to my Mum was, ‘I love you.’ The last words she spoke to me were, ‘And I love you too.’ Despite everything that went on before, that was the most meaningful parting in the world.
My mother died almost a month ago. All you said was quite true, along with guilt for those times I should have been a better daughter. Two days before Mum left us, my brother’s girlfriend set up WhatsApp for Dad, so me and my brother who lives in New York could see and talk to our Mum while she was in lock down.
In this horrid time of Covid-19, when we are restricted from seeing our loved ones by the necessary restrictions, her life and death and our honouring of that was made as beautiful as we could manage.
Like you said, Sharaf, all the arguments and faults and tribulations drifted into the ether; they weren’t important any more. We were both left knowing with an absolute certainty exactly how much we were beloved by each other.
Your article made me start crying again. I had a run of three days when this didn’t happen and thought I was doing so well with my grieving. But, the tears are okay; it’s actually nice to remember Mum with such fondness now. I wish I had realised how vitally important she was to me earlier though.
Thank you for what you are doing. I can’t think of another job that is more difficult and hard on the heart than yours. You have my gratitude for what you have written; it was soulful.
