Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 51 today if she were alive, but she passed away in 2004 to cancer. The saddest thing I own is a journal that we wrote back and forth to each other in. I had convinced her to keep a journal both on her own and with me because I had always kept them. When she found out she had 3-6 months to live, she destroyed all the journals she had been keeping, except ours. We never wrote to each other after she got sick, probably because we saw each other so much that summer as I was her caretaker. A few months after she passed away, I found that journal and opened it to the last page. About a month before she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she wrote, “I will always be here for you.” That was the last entry in the journal and those were the last words on the page. I know she may not be here in person, but she is and always will be with be in spirit. Happy Birthday Mom and thanks for keeping your promise.
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Other People's Thoughts
Out of all these stories, yours made me cry. Probably because my mother also died of cancer. I was 18, she was 44, and was ill on and off for 2 years. Now I am 42 and it is unbelievable to imagine that at my age, she only had 2 years left to her.
— Gillian Sunday May 28, 2006 #
The Saddest Thing I Own is a 2005 commission of New Radio and Performing Arts, Inc., (aka Ether-Ore) for its Turbulence web site. It is supported by the Jerome Foundation in celebration of the Jerome Hill Centennial and in recognition of the valuable contributions of artists to society.