I lost my mother past Friday. My heart is broken.
She loved music, cooking and books (thought she never read them), but she never liked doctors. I'm here to keep on fighting for the things I love, as it gives me much strength to carry on each day. It will be hard, but I'll held on the memories as I carry on. I promised to myself I would keep on trying no matter what happened, and this is one of those moments when life hits you unexpectedly and there's no other option but to go on. I'll keep on writing. I'll keep on painting. I'll hold my father. I'll hold my sister. And I'll hold on. Through thick and thin.
