Jan 2, 2014 is the date of losing my mom. She had been in the hospital for 3 days with the last state of liver cirrhosis. She was in and out from the hospital since October 2, 2013, and she had been sick 3 months together. I felt difficult to realize it was very short time I had with her, for I was only with her about 2 weeks altogether in these 3 months. I called and talked to her more often since she was sick, but my last conversation with her through the phone wasn't an impress for me. She thought I left her alone because I was upset that she couldn't work to have money for my own wedding. I was almost cry to her, but I did cry when I told Therd about this conversation I had with mom. What a painful moment for me to knew that she didn't know how much I love her, and I didn't care of what I'll get from her, for I only care if she could make it until my wedding. I would like to have her walk me to the altar, and I would like her to experience my precious wedding and to share our joy together. She left me behind quicker than I thought. I remember my last hour with her very well, and it kept sticking in my mind and my head how she died and what happened. What I can think of now is the wonderful time I shared with her as a step daughter. She was wonderful and loving mom for me. She is missed from the bottom of my heart, and I'll see her again one day. God is with her and I'll be with her, this is faith if all about.
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