I could still remember the times you held me in your arms, fed me, and took care of me until your body couldn't handle anything anymore.
I could still remember how our frightened faces looked when you were brought to the hospital. It was a long and arduous battle. Something only a strong woman like you could handle. The doctors said you were fighting. That you had a chance. That you wanted to live. But no matter how much we wish for something to come true, sometimes, it isn't just meant to happen.
You did well, and fought well, but you had finally reached the end of your journey.
It was time to let you go. It was time to say goodbye. But despite the tears, I am relieved that you're not in pain anymore.
You said you still don't want to leave because you're worried about us, but you need not to worry anymore. We will be okay. We are going to be okay. So you can rest peacefully now. You said he's waiting for you up there, right? He's been waiting for thirteen years. You can finally be with your true love. You can finally walk in that flower road with him you said you dreamed of before. It's time for you to be happy for yourself. To pursue your own happiness.
To the light who guided me throughout my childhood and adulthood, I want you to know that I love you and I will always remember you.
Today, I am crying for you. But tomorrow, I will smile because you lived a meaningful life as a strong woman.
I miss you.
I love you.