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(June 11, 2015) Editor's Note: I often receive emails from writers who would like to share a story they've written with the Mom's Halo visitors. The articles I accept for this website all have something that can benefit those of use who have lost their mother. Today I received an email from Arusha. She wanted to share her journey after the loss of her mother. The email was short and to the point, with a link to her blog - her story. I clicked through to the blog. Her words are like a song. Her journey is every bit as heart-wrenching as we all know the loss of a mother can be, but her words pulled me in and I immediately knew I had to share this with as many people as I could. So, here, in her own words, I would like to introduce you to Arusha, daughter of Sputnik Kilambi (4th October 1957-8th July 2013)....
It is Springtime in Europe. And i have finally completed a piece of writing that has been growing in me for the past 2 years- ever since my mother died in July 2013. She was 55. She had a liver tumour, but it was a brain haemorrhage which brought her life to a sudden stop.
For a long time now, i wanted to share this journey with my mother's dying, this journey through grief and chaos, this journey of love.
I tried many times to write, but nothing happened. This Springtime, the moment was right: i wrote in a small cabin in Sweden; on a plane; on a train; in IKEA; in a seaside cafe in Southern France; amidst drilling and floor building at a friend's house. I wrote, until i felt i could breathe out and say goodbye to this piece of writing, and let it float away.
This my Blog. It belongs to me and my mother; and now to you too.
It happens every November. And it's embarrassing to admit, really. I examine the calendar. I try to remember - was it November the 6th or the 8th? Maybe it was the 10th? Of course it was the 6th. Now, how many years has it been? I should know this. I really should.