Two Christmas’s ago, we almost lost my mother to liver failure. She endured many battles with her demons for quite some time and sadly, those demons won the final war. If you saw my mom around this time two years ago, you wouldn’t have even recognized her. She resembled more of a zombie, often incoherent, mumbling, shaking and at times, bedridden.
On Christmas Day, when I returned home from spending time with her at her house, I knew in my heart she was going to die within the next month. She had been on the waiting list for a liver transplant for a year and this is the same amount of time the doctor gave her to live unless she received this incredible organ from an organ donor.
On December 26th, 2012, the very next day after that dismally bleak Christmas, God bestowed His Christmas miracle onto my mother. She received a phone call from Lady of Lourdes Hospital in Camden, New Jersey and was given the life-saving transplant she needed in order to continue her legacy here, with us.
Today, I am going to share a letter to my mother as part of my “no materialistic gifts for Christmas” by affording others with honor. In doing so, we lift people up with our words instead of our wallet. As writers, words are our strength so we should use them in accordance with the passion of our creativity and hearts.
I hope this can inspire you to write a letter to a loved one or friend expressing how much their presence means to you. Fellow blogger, Joy Ezeka, also contributed to my inspiration with her "A Letter to My Son."
With the rolling of tides and their eroding memories, yours radiates from my meandering mind. I tend to stumble around my head from time to time and even though these images are often different, one thing remains the same; you have always lifted me up to the highest of heights toward the brightest of stars.
In doing so, you have managed to make me feel like those stars I have reached for in the sky. You pushed me to be the best I could be while conquering all of my ventures with love, grace and compassion. You taught me to admire and show love toward others, no matter the race, color, or creed. You encouraged me to befriend the underdogs and protect my family and friends. You have always had my back and never let anyone or anything hurt me by taking away the light you helped generate from within.
I’ve had many ups and downs with father figures, especially when Daddy C passed away. But one thing has been a constant; you never allowed those ups and downs bring ME DOWN. Instead, you became both my patron and best friend; the one person I could always count on to be at my graduations, birthdays, and other milestones. It didn’t matter if neither of my fathers were in the crowd. As long as I saw your brilliantly beautiful and charismatic face cheering me on, my contentment was more than fulfilled.
Mom, you are one of the kindest and most giving people I have been blessed to have in my life. And to have you as my mother has been the greatest gift God has given me. We might not have had a lot of money growing up but you managed to make my life as comfortable and warm as can be. You worked several jobs to keep our family afloat and I wouldn’t be where I am today without all of your self-sacrifices and dedication.
You have an amazing soul and it emanates through all of the wonderful things you do for our family. I believe God saved you because he had a different path planned for you other than the one you were previously struggling to find. You may have made mistakes in the past but you refuse to let them define you and the beautiful person you are today.
I love you mom. Merry Christmas.
I hope you all have an amazing holiday filled with joy, laughter, gratitude and love. Merry Christmas!