My mother passed on many years ago. She left in the wee hours of 19th. August, while i was on way to see her. The combination of bad road, vehicle breakdown and our Mizo custom worked together to deny me the sight of her body. Perhaps because of this, i can never picture her as ‘dead’.
And she is very much alive in my mind. She lived just for 54 years, and had to bear much physical suffering and heartaches. My biggest regret is that i didn’t do more for her, didn’t try harder to ease her pains.
My mother has given me a heritage beyond evaluation. I still miss her acutely, but rejoice that she was there to bring me up.
Some old pics here: 1) Parents, kid sis & me (big girl)
2) My mum with my baby