I shall not follow today’s prompt: robust. In fact, I’m writing this with a heavy heart. I heard from a friend this morning that Jay’s mother had succumbed to her illness during the New Year.
While everyone was having a great time celebrating the New Year, they… were mourning in sadness.
Eight-year-old Jay is my daughter’s friend and bus mate. He boards the school bus with her every morning. I was surprised for not seeing him for the first few days of school. I thought he had moved house. Little did I know that the funeral, which I had walked passed for the last couple of days, was his mother’s.
Although I’m not close to him or his family, hearing such news is saddening. I was told that before she left, she had purchased all his school books and made all the necessary arrangements so that life would go on as normal for him (but we all know that life will never be the same without a mother 😦 ). Upon hearing that, my eyes welled up with tears. I wish I could give him a hug and comfort him. Thinking of how this little boy grows up without his mother is just… heartbreaking.
He will not be able to celebrate his birthday with her any more; nor share with her about his exciting school trip, or about the girl he fancy, or how he plans to have a soccer team of children. He can only look at the sky and say… “I wish… you were here.”