Hmar
My mother passed away on March 10, 2025, early in the evening.
I told myself I’d stay composed, not because I didn’t feel anything, but because I knew I had to stay strong for my sisters.
She died surrounded by loved ones. I held her hand in her final moments and told her I’d be okay, that she didn’t have to worry about me.
My younger sister had her final exams, so she was at tuition. I called her, and a few minutes after she arrived, my mother passed away.
Her flower collection
She had been fighting ovarian cancer for the past three years. I watched her health decline despite two rounds of chemotherapy. I suppose it’s okay—death comes for us all sooner or later. The slow decline was painful for her, but it gave us time to prepare. And for that, I’m thankful.
I’d also like to thank my aunt and my grandmother for taking care of her. They left their homes and families to tend to her, and my sister, who traveled all the way from Mizoram to be with her in her final moments. I’m also grateful to the community for all the help in preparing for her funeral.
I’m thankful for the few friends who showed up for me—Rocky and Pangir. Ironically, both of them have lost both their parents. Rocky gave me a song and helped out around the house a lot, which I’m thankful for. He kept saying, “You came over when both my parents died, so I won’t forget you.” Despite not having talked for years, he still showed up. I’m hopeful I can repay him for his thoughtfulness someday.