When Mother leaves, the world seems to change. The same streets, the same houses, the same bird sings beneath the window—yet everything feels unfamiliar. Without her, mornings lose their brightness, and evenings no longer carry warmth. And the silence… It’s deceptive. It wraps you in a blanket of calm, but inside, the emptiness screams. Because her gentle voice is gone, her understanding eyes no longer there.
Just yesterday, it felt like there was still time. That you’d make it in time to visit, to hug her, to say what truly mattered. But today, your heart tears in grief 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 return—sweet and bitter at once. How she waited for you after work, quietly tidied your things, cooked your favorite meals. How she prayed for you every single day, even when you never knew.
Empty Sundays hurt the most. Because Sunday was always her time. First a call, then a visit—now, only silence on the other end of the phone. Just a photo on the wall and the ghost of her perfume, lingering like an echo.
Yet the heart… It still loves. Maybe even more. Because with each passing day, you realize 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 those celestial gates. To make her proud. To let her know: her child remembers. And loves. Just as always 🌻.
Without You, Everything Has Changed…
