Ok. So, my brother sent a letter to my parents, because it’s Mothers' Day and Fathers' Day is in June. It's like a thank you letter, which is really sweet, and cute, I mean those handwritings, boy, it looked like someone just graduated from kindergarten or something. Nevertheless, the effort was, highly applaud-able. Now, I can't just sit back and not do, or you know outdo my brother, right? It's in our bro-nature to strive for everything in this world and be better at it so we can look at whoever the losing one is and say, "HA! Take that! :P" So, I’m gonna blog mine.
This year, 2013, was probably the worst Mothers’ Day ever, and I pray that it will be the one and only worst one, it wasn’t a celebration because I’m in Johor, studying, and my brother is in National Service, and with my Dad’s frequent travelling, I’m pretty sure my mom is really lonely. She must have missed shouting and nagging us. But what made it really bad, was that my grandma suffered an accident and is still unconscious till now. Now, I never really knew death. I read about it in stories and watched about how terrifying it is in movies, but to really be close to death must be just, bad. My mom had to fly to Sarawak to be there for my grandma as her conditions were critical at that time. She cried, and prayed in probably a weird, musty smelling hospital for days. And that was Mothers’ Day for her. No cards, no dinners, no gifts. Just her dearest mother, lying on a foreign bed. And all she could do was wait. I felt really bad for you mommy. But then, at least my grandma got all her children back by her side once more. She could not see or talk to them, but I pray, she knows that they are there for her.
And so mommy, despite all that, I wanna just say, thank you. Thanks for being courageous and being my mom. I may break your heart in the past, and maybe in the future, but know that I will always love you. You know me, my favourite food and my old habits, you know what makes me agitated and mad and also what makes me happy and laugh. This Mothers’ Day is definitely not the nicest one, but I never take you for granted. God knows what you’ve been through and I can only promise to stay by your side when you need me, for you to nag on the phone when you want to, and to love you when you need love. Sometimes I get angry at you, so please forgive me. If I have not loved you as much as a son should, forgive me. I’m proud to say you are my mom. The fiercest, the funkiest and the greatest thing that made me who I am today. Thank you.
To my daddy, you are my inspiration. Your stories and tales of your wild younger days, the example of how you act and work with many, many different people, the guidance and discipline and the positivity that radiates from you, they are so great I can never be grateful enough. I may never tell you this, but you have influenced me greatly, more than anything or anyone. The way talking and being around people was a breeze, making decisions was an ease, to be able to love and care and help without wanting returns, I thank you for moulding me that way. You probably worked your ass off for the family and love us more than anything, so I wanna take this chance to let you know, I know, I care and understand, I feel your sacrifices and love. You once told me that you love me because your father loved you a lot, and you want to love me more than your father loved you, so that one day, I can love more than you do, to be better. I promise you, I will do just that. I love you daddy. Thank you.
Yes, this year, Mothers’ Day was a bummer. It was horribly sucky. But there’s something there, out of this adversity, there’s one thing to learn from. I learn to appreciate my family more. To love you guys more. I was kind of depressed and got emotionally shaken because of what happened, and I’m sorry if anyone around me got a taste of that, I just pray that we get to get through all this together, in prayer and in hope.
Wishing all is well. With love, your son. (The elder and much more awesome one. :P)
