Mum

My Mum

Two years and one hour ago, you left us, and the world has never been the same. The colors of life faded with your absence—reds no longer burn as deeply, and yellows have lost their warmth. Even stroganoff, once a family staple, has gone untouched, because we know it will never taste the same again.

The world feels colder now, not just in temperature, but in spirit. The glue that held us together has dissolved, and the light you brought into our lives has dimmed. There are no words vast enough to describe the loss this family—and this world—has suffered. No explanation can ever fill the space that remains in my heart, a void that will echo forever.

Thank you for welcoming me into your home, for shouldering my burdens, my wife’s, and my children’s, as if they were your own. Thank you for being you—the embodiment of what it means to be an Oma, a mother, and a friend. You were everything, the very definition of love. For this, I will be eternally grateful.