My mom passed away when I was 8 years old. We migrated from Vietnam to Canada in 1993, and she passed in 1995. She was only 43. She battled cancer for a long 3 months, and finally passed on Dec. 3.
She was a carefree person. She grew up in an averaged income family with her mother, father, and 4 other sibling, she was the 3rd oldest. My grandpa taught ballroom dancing, so my mother and her siblings all knew how to dance also. She was also my grandpa's favourite. I know this because my aunts and uncles tell me.
She was beautiful and never had to work hard to get what she wanted, (husband, money, affection from others.) She was well-liked by friends, and family, even her in-laws loved her... (rare haha). After marrying my father, she became pregnant with me and was a stay-home mom. My father made enough money for her to live happily at home. The biggest worries she had back then was, "Should we go eat this or that today? Or both?!" The only thing she ever worried about was me. She loved me so much and she told me every day. She would smother me in her arms and ask me, "Do you know you are my every breath?". I loved it.
After discovering her illness she lost her health very fast, due to worry and just the cancer itself. She started telling me things that a normal 8 year old wouldn't learn about until about 12 or 13. She told me not to lay with men or I'd have a baby, be good, don't forget her, and just many things. For a long time I was scared I'd be pregnant every time my dad laid next to me, until he cleared it up a little. Just by saying, "It's not like that", or something rather, poor dad. She was scared she was running out of time, and that no one would teach me these things after she left.
I remember she moved to my room during her last months of life. We had placed two twin beds with a night stand between us, because she was hooked up to machines, we were trying to prevent me from hurting her in my sleep. She told me once I was sleep walking on and around her bed at night, but I have never slept walk nor have I since her passing.
Thinking back, I think it was a spirit waiting for her. Perhaps her father? She said I even walked on her bed and she was worried I'd step on her. Its a twin bed, not much room to "walk around" on. She could be right but I don't think it was me.
After she passed away, I slept with my dad in his room. A few days (I think) or weeks later, I woke up in the middle of the night and knew my mom was coming. I felt her come through our apartment front doors and drift to our room. She stood beside the TV and just watched me and dad sleep. I don't remember everything she said, I just remember she said she missed me and she loved me. It's been so long since her passing and I don't normally get sad about it.
Something about today (and maybe knowing many people on this site could relate and sympathize), writing this is a little hard. I have never felt another kind of love like my mother's. It's so strong and I know she's been with me all along.
Up until a few weeks ago did I find out that my dad also saw her same time as I did, but he always said there's no such thing as ghosts. I had to ask him because my curiosity for answers is growing and growing. He said, "Yes, she was next to the TV". I have seen her a few more times after that, but couldn't remember until recently.
I will save those for next story! Thanks again my sis and bros for your eyes and heart <3