I just started my new composition class and I had to look through my older comp papers I had written, and I found this I wrote about my mom. We had to write a descriptive paper, one that would make a reader almost feel as if they were there. I knew I wrote about it, but re-reading it just makes me sad, but stronger, because I know my mom would be completely amazed at the woman I've grown into, and the accomplishments I have made in school. So I wanna share.
A Mother’s Legacy
Mother’s are the most important person in your life, I as a 25 year old can see that more than ever now. I recently lost my mother to breast cancer after a 15 year battle with the awful disease. I’ve learned since I was very young the disease is awful and it affects everyone. I didn’t realize that it really does affect people more than we all know. I remember when I was 10, my older brother Danny and I came home from school, and my dad and mom sat us down in our living room, they sat on our old brown couch, and had Danny and I sit down on the soft carpet. Mom told us “I have cancer” those words didn’t really mean anything to me at the time, I knew nothing of the word, I was just assured it wasn’t good, but mom would do her best to fight.
Sitting with my mom last month I remembered her words perfectly, I stared at her laying in bed, watching as she slept away her last few weeks, I remember being angry and upset that cancer had to affect my life, my mother. While staring off in space, I started to play back the last few years, the ups and downs she had and how I had no other option but to be my mom’s helping hand, her backbone to say the least. A few years ago, my mom let out her secret that she didn’t think that she would see my brother and I grow up. Amazingly she beat the odds, and lasted a long 15 years; she was a hero to many people. I started to think about the days she would receive chemo and later on that night we would be sitting around and she’d start to get tired or sick and in a few days she’d be better. I never thought anyone could stand dealing with that, but she proved to me that if you’re tough enough or willed enough you can withstand anything.
My mother had grown very frail in her last few years, but one of the best things I gave to her was my daughter, having my little girl gave my mom a whole new hope, something to live for, and for two years she spent time watching her grow. Seeing my mom happy with Brooklynn made me feel like I accomplished what I could for her. I received a GED and started college and my mom was so happy for me. I lived with my mom for a while, and she knew that her life wasn’t going to continue for much longer, so she told me I needed to get out and start my life and be independent so I wouldn’t be in a hole when she passed away. After moving out I would visit with my mom quite a bit and then visited her in her hospice facility every chance I could. Seeing her lying in that bed, growing weaker and weaker as the days went by it hurt greatly. At the end, my brother and I spent the last 4 days with her as much as we could. The last day we sat with her all day and made sure we told her we loved her. I will never forget the feeling of my mom passing away and sitting there holding her hand as she made her transition. I at least can live with the thought that she had her two friends, her two children with her until the end making sure she knew that we were going to be ok. I know that for a while this will feel like the worst thing that could have ever happened to me, but I know that my mom loved me and that I made her proud and that’s all I can hope for in the end.
Mother’s are your best friend, your security blanket when you are scared, and no matter what they will always be there for you or with you. I will miss mine each and every day and the only advice to offer to others is that you should call your mom and talk to her as much as you can, because there will be a day when you cannot pick up the phone and call her.
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