#lostmom

It takes time for me to write it down the details about the day I lose my mom. But I want to. because I dont want to forget the details, the last moments I have with her.

Entering March 2026 has not been easy for me.

Last year, in March 2025, this was a month full of struggle, for Mom, and for all of us who were taking care of her.

Mom was hospitalized for 14 days + we changed caregivers. After she was discharged from hospital, we decided that Mom would stay with me and Denis.

10 days later, Mom was admitted to the hospital again. That night, I insisted on staying with her. Zerah also said she wanted to stay. So the two of us stayed up all night at the hospital.

At dawn, the ER doctor asked me to sign a consent form to transfer Mom to the ICU. I called my older brother to ask for permission to sign.

Not long after that, around 5 AM, my brother arrived at the hospital.

My brother and I sang “El-Shaddai” while holding Mom’s hand. At that moment, she was still able to see us. She hadn’t been moved to the ICU yet, but as her condition worsened, she was put on a ventilator.

At 6:40 AM, Mom passed away.

An evening like this, I remember, she was out – she must be away looking for supper. When the coldness of the night covered me, and the fear surrounded my body – the loneliness that left me in a wild thought. In the world of no phones, maybe only the ones we could use to play snake games – I longed for such anyway. The radio was on, Ramogi FM playing a very touching Gospel song – at the onset…

Mommaeven in your self-contained casket-like-house, I still love you, Mommaeven if you have a blinded comeback, I’ll still recognize you, Mommaeven if you never smell the sweet aroma, you’ll still give me fresh air, Mommalisten, Mommait’s been long staying outside, Mommathe long rains have begun,your clothes never dry,because your house burst,and got flooded.to the wood that ferried youthe…