Every year when this day comes I feel a mix of emotions. Those emotions can range on one end of happiness and excitement to the other of sadness, depression and loneliness.

You may ask, why’s that?

When I was fifteen-turning-sixteen, I witnessed the passing and death of my mother. I watched the very last second she was declared deceased by the doctor.

It was the most gut-wrenching pain I ever went through at that point in my life. She was struggling in the worst of ways, and there I was, a kid, and could do nothing to help save her.

Up to that point, she was never a happy person and struggled with her own bouts of depression. I had always thought as a kid, “Am I the reason?”

No kid or child should ever have to question that to themselves.

Fast forward more than 15 years later, I am now married to the most incredible woman with a son of our own. Never in my wildest dreams did I envision being a parent or father.

But here we are and I feel so incredibly lucky. My wife and son bring me so much joy to the world, and the thought of them suffering at all breaks my heart.

Although Mother’s Day is a day that opens up a mix of moments for me, it’s also a reminder to be thankful to those who have stayed close all these years. It’s meant so much, and people who struggle with depression will appreciate it.

Anyways, enough with the rambling. ?

To all mothers out there, Happy Mother’s Day!