dedication

When you look at the picture, what you see is an older woman, like any other, different features and with a unique face but still an older woman, if you look close enough, then maybe you'll see what I'm seeing, I don't see an older woman at all but more of an angel, this angel who had cared so much for her children and guided them through the years that mattered most in the influential stages of their lives, this angel who had taught with love and understanding and had never asked or wanted any thanks in return, She taught the strengths of dependency, devotion and honesty, like all children at some stage they strayed from these morals and without judgment or anger, she would show them the right and wrong path to follow, then leave the decision up to them as which way they would go. The woman in the photo had touched so many lives either directly or indirectly through her morals her patience and the devotions to her children.
This angel is a friend, a mentor and a mum, She passed away at 9:10am on the 9th of June 1996, peacefully in her sleep, but not without suffering.

She was diagnosed with cancer two years earlier, and never told anyone about what she had, not her sisters, friends or family, Although in her own torment, she again, never wanted her children to feel or know her pain.
Never through this time had she shown bitterness, fear of what was to come or regrets, knowing now what wasn't known then makes it difficult to understand why this woman kept such a secret to herself, I suppose it was for selfless reasons to save the emotional pain of knowing, but in knowing at least her children could have made the most of what time they had left with her, and the regrets of not doing so rests in their own hearts.
So, before you click on the "Back" button, look a little harder at this photo and maybe you will feel compelled to enjoy what priceless time you have left with those that mean so much to you, I know deeply about regrets and loss, cause this angel is my mum. Click here for a speciel poem I wrote for her, hope you like it.

God saw the pain you suffered,
He did what he thought best,
He gently took you by the hand
And whispered "come to rest".

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