My Mother; My Sweet Mother
(Chikaodinaka Ugbor)
The compassion of a loved one is one of a kind. It is pure, holy and
perpetual. Through thick and thin, and in overcoming trials and
tribulations, it exhibits and harbors the key characters of pride and
humility.
The pride in having a praiseworthy, steadfast, loving mother is: wanting
to show her off, without hesitation, without doubt. Conversely displaying
humility--- lowering yourself in order to respect and pacify her being,
showing that you love, cherish, and will abide by her every circumstance.
My mother was the epitome of complex simplicity. She was bittersweet.
She would chastise and reprimand for every wrongdoing like a mother
should, of course. Nevertheless, she loved and still loves with all of
herself. “Don’t cry,” she would say, “don’t cry for me, but rejoice,
because my suffering is no more.”
To list the copious actions, deeds, and favors she has done for my
siblings and me is quite impracticable. Her love for us, and our love for
her was and still is fervently unconditional. She was fallible, but who
wasn’t? She got angry and disappointed, but who hasn’t? She was
human, and like all of us, loved and admired, disliked and resented all
the same. I know that she will be remembered. She will not be easily
forgotten. Yes, her death was sudden, however, her memories,
aspirations, and dreams will forever be embedded in our hearts, and one
day, will come to light.
My sweet mother, you will be missed. Chineke gozie gi, Obiageri C.
Ugbor.
Your cherished children,
Chikaodinaka Ugbor
Chimma Ugbor
Uchechi Ugbor
Nnamdi Ugbor
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