27/02/2025
๐ฌ๐ฐ: ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ป'๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด: ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ผ๐ป๐ด, ๐ข๐๐ฟ ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ
What we didnโt knowโwhat none of us could have knownโwas that something far more dangerous had been growing inside her all along. The real disease wasnโt what she was treating. It was silent, unseen, hiding in the depths of her body like a shadow waiting to be found.
Then came the words that shattered our world. A tumor. Cancer spreading. It had been there for yearsโsilent, unnoticed, creeping through her body while she carried on with life, never knowing the battle she was already losing.
She had been fighting an enemy she never even knew was there. And by the time we discovered it, the fight was no longer ours to win. All we could do was watch as it slowly took her from us.
She was only 46. She was our mother. The heart of our home. The woman who loved us more than life itself.
Her voice, though frail, still carried the same faith she had always lived by. I remember watching my father sitting beside her, holding her hand as she hummed her favorite songs through trembling lips. Even as her body weakened, she continued to sing. Even as the pain consumed her, she continued to pray.
Even when the sickness left her too weak to stand, she whispered, โGod is still good.โ She told us to choose forgiving. She told us to keep trusting. She told us to keep praying. She told us not to stop singing for God. She told us not to lose our faith. She told us not to cry.
She was hoping for that miracle. She just surrendered, believing in His plan even when the days grew darker. She never asked God why this was happening to her.
Then came that afternoonโshe was gone.
The strawberry fields felt empty. The earth she had once nurtured with love and care now held the body of the woman who had given us everything.
It was just two days. Only two more days. She would have been thereโthe wedding set, the vows prepared, the moment waiting for her. But heaven couldn't wait. Now, joy and grief collided. Celebration carried the weight of mourning. Smiles were met with tears, and love pressed on in the midst of loss.
She had hoped to see her eldest married, to witness the moment her daughter walked down the aisle, wrapped in the love and blessings she had always prayed for. But she never got to hand over the flowers she had been reserving from her friends. Instead, those very flowers arrived without her, filling the banquet with beauty...
The wedding was wrapped in the presence of God. It was a day where pain and praise sang together and where love and loss held each other.
And the healing we had hoped for? It cameโbut not in the way we expected. We prayed for strength to return to her body, for the pain to leave, for more time. But God, in His infinite wisdom, had a different kind of healing in storeโone we couldnโt understand, one we werenโt ready for.
While we begged for more time, God gave her eternity. He answeredโbut not by keeping her here, but by bringing her home, where pain and sickness could never touch her again.
It wasnโt the miracle we had wanted, but it was the miracle that was always meant to be. The kind of healing only God could give. The heaven is smiling!
She was more than a farmer. She was a worshipper, a prayer warriorโa woman whose faith stood unshaken, even as death knocked at her door.
The seeds she planted still growโstrawberries, vegetables, and a faith that never died. Her love still lingers, wrapping around us like the warmth of the sun on the fields she once tended. Her prayers still cover us, echoing in the heavens, never fading.
