If it weren’t for your decision to carry me, Mama, I wouldn’t be here.
If it weren’t for your love, I wouldn’t have known what a mother’s warmth felt like—even if only for a fleeting time.
Because of you, I saw life.
Because of you, I breathe, I walk, I feel, and I dream.
This is my tribute to you Mama, in heaven—a thank you for the life you gave me, even if our time together was brief…
There are moments when I look at the sky and wonder if you can hear me from where you are.
There are days when I whisper “I miss you” into the silence, hoping it travels all the way to heaven.
Mama… thank you for giving me this life.
I didn’t get to grow up with you, not the way most daughters do.
But I know one thing for sure—I had a mother. And that truth alone has shaped my soul more than words can ever describe.
Even If It Was Brief, I Knew A Mother’s Love
You left this world when I was only four…even though my memories of you are blurred by time and innocence… Not clearly, not fully, not with long stories and vivid memories—But through a soft feeling I carry inside me.
Through the warmth in my heart every time I hear someone say “mother.”
Through the ache in my chest when I see others with theirs.
I didn’t have much time with you, but what you gave me in those early years was enough to let me know I was loved.
That’s the power of a mother’s love—
Even just a few years in your arms became a foundation that held me up when the world grew heavy.
Growing Up Without You Was My Silent Ache
As I grew older, life felt like a series of moments where your absence was loud.
I watched classmates run to their mothers after school with stories to tell—
Their small hands reaching for bigger hands that would guide, comfort, and protect.
And I… just stood there.
Watching.
Wishing.
When I was sick, I imagined your hands on my forehead.
When I was scared, I whispered your name into my pillow.
When I was happy, I wanted to tell you first.
But you weren’t there. And the ache of that reality became part of my growing up.
I used to look at other girls and feel a strange mix of joy and jealousy.
Joy for them—because they had what every child deserves.
Jealousy—because I had no idea what it felt like to hold your mother’s hand into teenagehood, to share secrets, or to cry on her shoulder after a heartbreak.
I Walked Through Life Wishing You Were Beside Me
There were countless milestones I wanted to share with you:
• My first day at school
• My birthdays
• The days I felt like giving up
• The days I stood tall after falling a hundred times
How I wished you were there, cheering me on…
Holding my hand…
Telling me, “I’m proud of you.”
Mama, life would’ve been so different if you were beside me.
I believe I would’ve been braver.
Stronger.
Maybe even softer—because your presence would have shielded me from some of the harshness life threw at me too early.
How I wish to have loving mother to guide me as I walk through life that supposedly will assure me that life is a blissful gift that should be enjoyed…
But how can I if I grew up without you?!.. How could Annie have Joy if the one who named it haven’t even seen the 1st time I knew how to write it..
Still, I walked.
Still, I stood.
Still, I grew—because somewhere deep in my soul, I carried you with me.
Your Love Lived Through My Sister, Through The Quiet Strength in Me
When you left, my older sister stepped in and filled a role she never asked for.
She was just a girl, too—barely nineteen—suddenly carrying the weight of motherhood for me.
She protected me, taught me, and made sure I knew I wasn’t alone.
I thank God every day for her.
Because even though you were gone, your love somehow continued—through her heart, her sacrifices, her strength.
But Mama, some days, the little girl in me still longs for you.
For your scent.
Your voice.
Your comfort.
Thank You, Mama, For Giving Me This Life
I don’t know what dreams you had for me when you first held me in your arms.
But I hope I’m making you proud.
Life hasn’t been easy…
There were many nights I cried myself to sleep.
Many moments I questioned my worth, questioned why I had to grow up so fast.
But I made it.
I’m still here.
And I’ve become a woman who dreams, who fights, who gives, and who loves with all her heart.
That strength came from you.
You gave me this life, Mama.
And even if I didn’t get to walk with you… your love carried me all this time.
For Every Daughter Missing Her Mother
If you’re reading this and you’ve lost your mother—whether you had years together or only a few moments—I want you to know:
You are not alone.
Our mothers may no longer be with us physically, but their love, their courage, their essence—they live in us.
In the way we love.
In the way we fight for our children.
In the way we whisper “I can do this” even when the world feels too heavy.
Mama, I may not have had a lifetime with you,
But I had enough to know I was yours.
And I am forever grateful.
I Carry You With Me Always
So today, I light a candle for you, Mama.
Not to mourn, but to celebrate the life you gave me.
To honor the love that still wraps itself around me, even from a world away.
You live in my laughter.
You live in my kindness.
You live in every brave step I take.
And when I look at my own daughters—
When I kiss their cheeks and whisper, “I love you” into their tiny ears—
I realize, in some miraculous way…
You are loving them too.
From heaven.
Through me.
And maybe that’s what real love is—
A beautiful thread that never breaks, even when this world tries to pull us apart.
A mother’s love does not end when her heartbeat fades.
It becomes a quiet strength that lives in her child’s soul forever.
Mama, I know I have big dreams…
Dreams that sometimes feel too bold for someone like me.
But I believe they are there for a reason.
They were planted in my heart with divine purpose.
And when I doubt myself, I remind myself of this:
I carry your strength and Papa’s courage within me.
It’s in my bones. In my spirit. In every tear I’ve turned into fuel.
I’ve made it this far because your love never left me.
And I will keep going.
I will walk this life with faith in my heart, fire in my soul,
And love wrapped around me like armor—
Because I have you, Mama.
I have Papa.
I have my children.
I have our family, cheering me on—here and in heaven.
One day, I’ll look back and say,
“I made it… not alone, but with all the love that carried me.”
And I pray when that day comes,
you’ll be smiling from above, whispering:
“I always knew you would.”
Thank you, Mama.
You were my beginning.
You are still my strength.
And you will always be…
remembered, loved, and will forever be in our hearts.
