Today is my mother’s birthday.
Born on August 11, 1947 in Zejtun, Malta she lived and is right now looking at the big plane passing overhead as she sits at a outside bench at the hospital.
I wrote a letter for her:
I want to say goodbye. I know you are leaving us. On that one-way plane in the sky. Your body may be strong but your mind is not.
I want to thank you. I want you know that those countless moments of personal frustration towards you was not in vain. It was not you.
It is OK to be afraid. You may not know why but its OK.
A medical term can seal your fate but I am changing and so are you.
What did you accomplish?
What will you leave behind?
What would you like to do?
See the sea?
Visit your parents graves?
They are all waiting for you with open arms. Be not afraid because you were always strong and stubborn.
You raised me well.
May I provide my family the same support you did.