Ten years has passed by so quickly, but it wasn't easy. I never know the exact date when Mom passed away, I never want to know.

Initially it was a profound shock and disbelief. Even though I knew that day was coming, when the news hit it was still unreal. Self doubts and angers followed, could I have done anything wrong that I have to be punished this way. Eventually, I surrendered, real grief does not hit home until much later.

The word Mom has no meaning to me anymore. Once something that I have taken for granted when life was given to me, is forever gone.

Still, sometimes at night, I like to say the word loud, hoping to get a response like I remembered. It sounds hollow, all I can hear is the echoe through the empty house.

And time can ease the pain, but never heal the wound. A simple news article can easily remind me of what I have so much missed.