The Burial Of My Mother
November 1 2025
The day we laid my mother to rest was the most painful moment of my life. Watching her coffin slowly descend into the ground felt like my heart was being buried with her. Every shovel of earth sounded heavier than the last, reminding me that she was truly gone. I wanted to scream, to hold on to her a little longer, but all I could do was stand there, trembling, with tears I couldn’t stop. It felt unfair, too soon, too painful like the world had taken away the one person who loved me unconditionally. That moment will forever be etched in my heart, the day I said goodbye not just to my mother, but to a part of myself that died with her.
