Welcome to Holistic Health Haus – Your Path to Balanced Living

A blog dedicated to the mental and physical
well-being of all individuals.

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. I recently had a friend who experienced a health scare, which got me reflecting on life's fragility. It’s funny how moments like these can suddenly illuminate what truly matters. For me, it raised some big questions: How would I react to news of my own impending death? What would I urgently need to finish or accomplish? Who would I need to reach out to, and what would still need to be said?

 

What I realized is that, while I don’t feel any immediate need to prepare, I cherish the fact that my children, family, and friends know I love them dearly. There’s no lingering, unfinished business weighing on my heart. But amidst these thoughts, memories of my mother flood back—the profound impact of love intertwined with loss.

 

When my mother was just 56, she woke one morning with a relentless headache. A trip to the hospital revealed a large brain tumor, leading to emergency surgery. The woman who returned from that operation was changed in ways that shook our family to its core. Though she could still walk and speak but her ability to convey her thoughts and emotions had changed.  I could no longer call her for a long chat on the phone.  I couldn’t ask her for advice.  She wasn’t the leader of our family anymore. Her ability to communicate  gradually slipped away. It feels surreal to remember her in those final weeks—still present with us physically, yet so far removed from the vibrant person she once was.

A poignant memory is etched in my mind: her beloved gardeners came to visit her during those final days. I remember stepping away as they said their tearful goodbyes, only to find my mother beside me, clutching her checkbook. She wanted to write them a thank-you gift, but words failed her. I made guesses, desperately trying to bridge the gap of communication between us. Each wrong guess brought more tears, both for her and for me. In that heartbreaking moment, the weight of our unspoken words hit me like a tidal wave.

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It is from this deep well of loss and love that I’ve created this blog—a means of sharing my thoughts, reflections, and stories. While my own children never had the chance to meet my mother, I often wish they could have. And in case my future grandchildren never know me in the same way, I hope this space allows them to catch a glimpse of who I am, from my own heart and perspective.

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Thank you for joining me on this journey. I hope we can share stories, inspirations, and memories together—creating a connection that transcends time and words.