When Mother leaves, the world seems to change. The same streets, the same houses, the same bird singing under the window—yet everything feels unfamiliar. Without her, mornings are not as bright, and evenings lose their warmth. And the silence… It’s deceitful. It wraps you in a blanket of calm, but inside, an emptiness screams. Because her gentle voice is gone, her understanding eyes no longer there.
Just yesterday, it felt like there was plenty of time. Like you’d still manage to visit, to hold her, to say what mattered. But today—your heart shatters with longing and regret: why didn’t you go then, why didn’t you call just because? Nights stretch long and heavy. The moment you close your eyes, your soul whispers again: “Mama…” And memories come—both sweet and bitter. How she waited for you after work, quietly folded your clothes, cooked your favorite meals. How she prayed for you every day, even when you never knew.
Empty Sundays hurt the most. Because Sunday was always for her. Once, there were calls, then visits—now, only silence on the other end of the line. Just a photo on the wall and the ghost of her perfume, lingering like a shadow.
But the heart… It still loves. Maybe even more. Because with each passing day, you understand what a treasure she was. How much she gave, how much she forgave, how endlessly she loved. And that love remains in you forever.
So you want to live each day in a way that would make her smile beyond the heavens. To make her proud. To let her know: her child remembers. And loves. As always 🌻.
Without You, Everything Just Feels Different…
