To You 10 Years From Now

No. 334 The story introduced this time

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The story introduced this time is a post by a woman who received a postcard from her mother several years after she passed away, detailing her gratitude and thoughts toward her mother.

Regarding the posting date

Summary siteBased on a copy-paste from a summary site, I confirmed the post date as October 21, 2019, but I apologize if this is incorrect.

There was a YouTube video based on this story, so I will introduce it as well.

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My mother passed away when she was 58 years old.

That was 11 years ago.

I was 27 years old at the time.

My mother was sickly from a young age, and she said she spent her youth frequently in and out of the hospital.

Even so, she was apparently a person of incredible mental strength who fell head over heels for my father, pursued him, and won him over.

After they married, they eventually wanted children, but because of her weak health, every doctor she consulted told her, "Your body is not capable of giving birth! You will die if you do! Even if the baby is born, it will absolutely not be born healthy!"

However, my mother strongly wished to have a child even if it meant she might die, and my father was moved by her resolve, so they went to consult a doctor my father was close with once more.

The doctor then encouraged them hearteningly, saying, "It's okay, it's okay! We'll find a way! You're young, so go ahead and have the baby!"

I heard that she had many miscarriages before I was conceived.

Then, miraculously, I was conceived, and because a natural birth was difficult, I was delivered via cesarean section.

That was on October 21, the day I am writing this post.

Despite being threatened by so many different doctors, I was miraculously born healthy.

However, as the price for that, my mother developed a kidney condition and had to undergo dialysis three times a week.

While raising little me, you went to dialysis three days a week, and on the days you didn't have dialysis, you worked part-time jobs every single day.

Since I was little, I have never seen my mother lying down to rest.

You were a bit of a spendthrift, too (laughs).

You were so powerful, going on day trips with your dialysis friends, doing yard work, rearranging the furniture, and taking care of our pet dog.

You were also an amazing cook, and if I said a dish I ate at a restaurant was delicious, you would recreate it at home. You were such an incredible mother.

It was because of your recommendation that I went to nursing school when I entered high school, and I was able to earn my nursing license.

However, because I am mentally very fragile, I jumped from job to job due to workplace relationships, and at that time, I was working as a dental assistant, which had nothing to do with nursing.

It was around that time, when I had returned from my job as a dental assistant and was eating the dinner you had prepared for me.

Mom suddenly said, "My hand feels kind of numb."

I thought, "What!" and rushed over to her, but she was already becoming delirious.

The last words Mom said were, "I might not make it..."

I instructed my panicked father to call an ambulance immediately, and when I measured her blood pressure, the systolic reading was over 200.

It's a cerebral hemorrhage!

That's what I thought.

Looking back now, I wonder how I managed to stay so calm, but I was desperate to save Mom.

However, the doctor told me that because it was a cerebral hemorrhage and she was taking blood thinners, she was not in a condition to undergo surgery. He asked if we wanted to proceed with life support.

I had somehow prepared myself for this, and after making eye contact with my father, we reached the conclusion that we didn't need to continue life support... that it would only be painful for Mom.

When I contacted my boyfriend at the time (my current husband), he rushed to the hospital immediately, even though it was the middle of the night.

Three days after arriving at the hospital, Mom passed away.

Worried about me being completely exhausted, my husband stayed over at our house with me during Mom's wake, attended the funeral with me, and even though we weren't married yet, his mother also attended and shed tears for her.

A few months later.

My husband proposed to me.

He wanted to support me after I lost my mother.

However, my mother had just passed away.

I was happy about his feelings, but I was conflicted.

I consulted with my father and also spoke with the temple.

The temple's head priest told me that marriage is a celebration and a wonderful thing, so the deceased would surely be happy for me as well.

Wanting to put my mother's mind at ease, as she had worried about my future until the very end, and also because I wanted to be with this person, I decided to get married.

At the wedding... my father attended with a photo of my mother and me, taken when she was alive, which he had enlarged and placed in a frame.

I wanted my mother to see me in my wedding dress, too.

Fortunately, I was glad that she had been able to meet the man I married at least once...

And now, having turned 38 today, I have become a mother of two: a 9-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son.

A few years ago, after my mother passed away, a postcard arrived at our house.

It was a postcard my mother had written to me for a city hall event called 'To You, 10 Years From Now'.

It said,

That is what it said.

Reading this postcard, my father and I cried our eyes out.

I'm sorry I worried you until the very end. I managed to show Dad his grandchildren!

I wish I had properly learned how to do housework and sewing from you, Mom.

Mom's cooking was so delicious that I always relied on it.

Now that I'm married and have a family of my own, I truly understand how amazing you were.

I can't quite be the kind of mother you were, and I'm still mentally fragile, suffering from depression, overdosing, and recently I even made a mess of things at work by taking too many sleeping pills, forcing my father to come help me. I'm a useless mother who still worries and inconveniences my father and husband, and causes so much worry for my children, but I'm somehow managing to stay alive.

There have been many times I've wanted to die, but I remember you, Mom, who risked your life to give birth to me, and I think of my precious family, and I'm fighting on.

There are many painful things, but I have also received so much happiness.

Mom.

Because you risked your life to protect me and bring me into this world, you also connected the lives of my children.

You gave me a precious family.

Thank you so much.

I will live my life to the fullest, and when I eventually join you, I have so much I want to tell you.

I will keep living my best until I can meet you with my head held high.

Video

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In closing

My note article is not intended for profit.
I am simply writing this because I wanted to share a story that moved me to tears with all of you.

However, if there are any issues regarding "copyright," please let me know and I will delete it.

Furthermore, the header images used were created using materials from Irasutoya, Illustration AC, and Minchirie. Thank you for taking the time to read through to the end.