It has been almost a week since her passing. The withering plants and hibernating bears seems to have gained a new light as the plants began to produce little studs of what seems like leaves while the bears awake from their deep slumber. A new beginning has come. The Dad went from wallowing in self-pity to drowning sorrow in red poison. I still can't think of a better word than this: self destruction. Maybe self-destruction would suffice into transformation, and from there, like the almost awaken bear, a new cycle of stuffing berries and fish into your mouth for added warmth and pounds to ward off danger. The bears think about it's previous endeavors like its adventure through rough terrains and naked lakes to search for food. Juxtapose against this is the yearning for Her, as the Dad and probably the whole kindred recounts the blissful serenade of Her voice. The motherly care and love couldn't be more evident as every Christmas was a surprise; a party.
Everytime Her presence calls for a wide variety of socialising, food, dance and obvious merry-making. I couldn't have been here without her help, ipso facto. The beau ideal She advocate is a world of peace and harmony; of course, with as much hardwork as possible, one could soar above the endless sky and the ski across the eternal abyss of the vast ocean. One could not help but feel extremely at home with her. She is the Perfect Mother, a Mother Goddess now dare I say. Her then flowy hair and silky skin could pass of as a maiden, though the slight wrinkled hands She possess was due to the countless working hours in the office. She is the epitome of greatness, of balance and of capability. She inspired me with Her patience, Her prudence and her undying determination to pursue material nirvana for us. We could have easily be sleeping on the streets if not for her articulate attempts at ameliorating our lifestyles. The Dad could not have more agreed that with her calibre, the company would not have become what it now is: a stately and thriving business. The pain-staking hours she took to nurture us and at the same time work with conviction could no longer be retrieved. She has done her part and could now be assured of the future as we take over. Well, the Trinity, not more not less because I could not see myself in it. You can't call it THE Quartet can you?
(To be continued due to time constraint)