One Year Later

One year later. It's my mom's birthday, again. One year later, she is not here mentally, again. One year later, she is not here, physically. My mother is now in heaven. She left us on December, 27th, 2017. This time last year I was sitting in front of my laptop sharing with you my wonderful memories of my mother. I was still sad, sharing what used to be my mother. One year later, heartbroken with her not being here at all, but remembering her favorite day. She would have been 73 today. 73 years of loving her family and giving all of what she had. She left us, quietly, gently, selflessly, letting us celebrate and enjoy Christmas one more time with her in the room. She knew when to make her exit from this world, even though she didn't know my name. She knew the 27th was my favorite number. She knew that the 27th would be a good day so that I could be with her husband, comforting him during my days off from work. She knew I would be around to hold up the falling pieces all around her. She knew, that on this day we would all be around her, with no distractions, just her, just the couch, just the air she so gently let go. There was no fight, no gasp for air. She was was ready to meet her maker and let us all go. So gently, we couldn't really tell if she had gone or not. No one tells you how to tell if someone has passed. We all were there, wondering, questioning, could this moment have really come? Well it did, and we cried. We weren't ready to say good bye. This is a very sad day for us, my family is not ok. Each day we wake up, we put on a happy face, a strong smile, and a go get 'em attitude. No one can see the sorrow of our broken heart. One year later, I am more broken then before, celebrating the memory and birthday of my beloved mother.

Stella Dictos

May 9, 1945-December 27, 2017