Why I fold...
I sit here tonight in front of my computer searching for the right words to say. As if somehow putting the right letters on the screen are going to make me feel better or change anything. I know deep down that it won't, but my brain is not working correctly after the events that took place today. I am riding a roller coaster of emotion that keeps swaying me back and forth for completely numb to overcome with grief.
This morning my mother passed away.
Just typing the line above almost made me swell up in tears again. This was something I knew was going to happen sooner or later, but for whatever reason I guess I always just assumed later. You see over the last few years my mother had become a very sick person. You wouldn't know it because of her upbeat attitude and likable personality but she been busy fighting breast, ovarian, and finally brain cancer. Her body was a hot bed of cancerous activity and sadly despite my family's and her doctors best efforts, she could not be saved.
She was the best mother a little boy growing up could ask for, I was truly blessed. She always worked hard and made sure that my brother and I were put first in her life. When we were little she would around the clock in addition to my father two jobs so that we could be afforded every conceivable chance for success. But it didn't stop with her job because she was involved with everything in my life. She was my little league "Team Mom", she made custom Halloween costumes because the store ones weren't good enough, she taught me how to fish, she taught me how to make a proper campfire, she taught me about football and the Chicago Bears, she would take my brother and I to the comic book store and comic book conventions whenever we asked, she took me White Sox games, she wasn't afraid to yell at teachers when she thought I was getting a bum wrap, she yelled at me when the teachers were right (haha), she was....everything to me. She would go without so that I could enjoy the things I wanted in life. To me there is no more pure a sign of love than when someone puts another person ahead of themselves the way she did for her children.
As much as I am overtaken with emotions right now, I thank God that he shared her with me as long as he did. Every moment and memory I have is a blessing. I know that as much as I love her, she did not belong to me. You see I'm 29 years old. So while I feel like my mother was taken far too soon I realize that she had been there for me my whole life and was able to see me grow up and become a man. She knew that I loved her and that she meant the world to me so I left nothing on the table and have no regrets.
She is reason I fold.
But she is not alone. I also fold for my grandfather who succumb to cancer back in 2004. At the time I thought that was hardest thing in the world to deal with because he was almost like a second father to me, but today moved slightly ahead. These two people always loved me and made sure that I was taken care of to the best of their abilities. I fold because I know that someday it will help to put an end to the terrible diseases that put an end to their lives.
This thread gives me strength. What I've read here shows me that I am not alone in my pain. We are all in this together. I fold for not only my family, but for everyone out there who is reading this and their families too. I fold for all the people mentioned in this thread along with all the others that are not. Every work unit I've completed and will complete is testament of love for everyone out there.
So fold on brothers and sisters.
Thank you,
Joe