This writing is dedicated to one of the strongest, bravest and optimistic people I have ever known… my mother!
Yeah sure, you may say. And maybe you right, we all like to think in that way of the people we care of and so you should. But there are some other reasons I make this statement about my mother…
Since I was 18 (and that is 28 years ago) my mother has problems with her health. In those many years I have seen her “fighting battles” that may have looked hopeless and I have seen her crossing mountains that could not have been taken.
Oh mom, I have seen the tears in your eyes, but I also saw the willpower and the strength in your eyes. And above everything your never lasting will to go on and your never falling optimistic view on things.
Mom, when I get the opportunity I will translate these words for you. You never understood strange languages as English. But I want you to know these words as you where always there for me. You were there when that bad accident happened to me and “re-damaged” my eye and I lost two of my fingertips (and well.. you know what happened more). You helped me to pick up the pieces again…
Together we stood when dad passed away… Yes, it was hard on all of us to see what happened in a few weeks to him.
When Joke and I after 13 years separated, you opened the door of your house for me. Gave me a home again and helped me to regain my self-confidence and start all over again.
You almost danced with me when I introduced you to Marion and you sworn to me that she was the right woman for me. That you would put me over your knee if I even dared to let her go (yeah right mom, you know how I love her… and what I did to get her back when things went for a little wrong without we could do anything about it….. and mom, your 43kg to my 105kg? ^_^).
You cheered with me when I found my new job.
And yes mom, now the things are really harsh on you. But I hope you remember what you learned me… that there is always a tomorrow and tomorrow the sun will shine again… even when you cannot see it directly.
This surgery you may be facing may be hard, but you can make it… a fighter as you can.
And you know, mom… one bad sign and I will grab my bags and I will sit at your bed as long it is needed!
For you mom… and for all the mothers and fathers out there who are as you!
Just one word and I will be on the first plane that will take me from Sweden to the Netherlands…