Today, I witness an amazing bond that a mum and son shares. I can’t help but feel a little touched, and a little sad.
I hope you’re in a better place.

With love,
Your dearest son

If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with her
I�d play a song that would never, ever end
How I�d love, love, love to dance with my mother again

My mum kept the perfume which I gave it to her on her birthday fourteen years ago. When I was a child, I would slide a birthday card underneath her bedroom’s door and the house would be decorated before she got out of bed.
Time flies. I can’t remember when I stopped doing those things. [...]

The lovely bright sparks in the sky. And I still think about her often.

I feel incomplete. Only when it is gone do you realise how much you took it for granted all this while.

I remember my mum when she was dying. She couldn’t speak and she was all shrunk up and weak. I wasn’t sure if she was conscious or could even hear us. When her breathing got heavier and slower, we heard her whimper, like a faintly dying echo. We did not know that was the [...]

It is very strange that communication with the deceased can be established in the dream state.

So this is my 9th day at work and I have suddenly developed the phobia of being in touch with the pc. And now I find myself trying to avoid using much of my brain juice when I’m not at work. I also think that I’m having many of those days when my thoughts didn’t [...]

I returned from camp today and I felt my wallet weighed a little heavier. It could be that pink card. However, I thought it was an irony of fate that I had to surrender my beloved mum’s pink card when I’ve gotten mine back.
Many good friends provided comfort and stood by me during this time. [...]

Mum left us on Saturday evening after a very brave battle with advanced cancer. It was a long hard road the past few months and she had fought bravely.
I’m very proud of you, Mum.