Tag: son
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X and Y
I’m just back from a funeral of a kind man we knew. He used to work at a garage next door from us and I would walk there with our oldest son who just started walking then. He played with our son, snowball fights in winter, water fights in the summer, measuring our son’s heights,…
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M is for Mongol
You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Billy’ we called our little boy when he was born ‘Buuz’ we named him when he came home Our baby was a Mongol not because he had Down’s…
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L is for Loss
My first diary entry after Billy passed away. 17 March 2010. Three weeks ago we buried you my baby. You were only three months old. I can not believe how short time we had you yet it felt a very long time. Perhaps it was very painful for you and for us. Mummy feels comfort…
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K is for Keep Kind Karma
I asked my kids what to write on letter K. They said: Karma and Kind. So what is Karma? It is widely understood as cause and effect. Do I believe in Karma? I did. I thought If I’m kind and considerate life will treat me alright. However, I’m not sure anymore. We lost our baby…
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Mother’s Day
My little boy wonders whether I am asleep I’m not sure if I should open my eyes But when I start to open them, He thinks I’m waking up. I lay in bed. His careful steps get closer I pretend. ‘Mummy, do you want to open your card?’ he whispers. That’s me. I see…
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Why I write in English
why do you write in English? if I write in my mother tongue, my mother will read it if she reads my pain you know how mother’s love is her heart will ache it’s simple, I love her dearly why do you write in English? if I write in my native tongue, my father will…
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Grief
As part of the Edinburgh Book Festival, people were invited to write stories in one Tweet on Twitter. Here is one of mine: Grief chased me furiously ‘Give in’ it commanded me ‘God, help me’ I whispered God was elsewhere Grief snatched my baby boy
Guuye ~ Гүүеэ 