In our own ways, we were preparing to say goodbye to Mom.
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🎶 Dean Lewis - How Do I Say Goodbye
A romance filled with the excitement of being with the person I wanted. A marriage inflated with hope. A time called happiness that filled that hope to the brim.
Thus, our love became the blessing of a family. Our first daughter, fourteen-year-old Ha-eun, and our seven-year-old son, Ha-jun.
Happiness wasn't anything grand. An ordinary day flowing by without any worries. A daily life where the family eats together, laughs, and falls asleep safely today. Those trivial day-to-days were happiness, and they were something to be grateful for.
But people say this: misfortune always waits for its moment in the place closest to happiness. I truly didn't know that those words would find us too.
At first, it was just an ordinary day. I passed by my wife's back as she moved around the kitchen preparing for work, Ha-eun grumbled about being late while putting on her school uniform, and Ha-jun burst into sorrowful tears after dropping his spoon while eating.
It was extremely ordinary. That's why it was even harder to believe.
“I think... we need to do one more biopsy.”
The doctor was explaining something at length. But only one sentence remained in my ears.
‘It can get better with treatment.’
That was the only thing.
“Honey, they say it’ll be okay if we treat it.”
When I spoke with a trembling voice, my wife silently held my hand tight. And she smiled slowly. I didn't know then that the smile would disappear so quickly.
No, I didn't want to know.
The first few months were bearable. My wife was a strong person. Even while undergoing harsh chemotherapy, she never once said it was hard. Even when her hair started falling out, she stood in front of the mirror with a grin and said:
“Don't I look kind of cool? Like a movie protagonist?”
Even though I knew she was forcing a smile, I smiled along. We left the children at my mother-in-law's house. I couldn't bring myself to tell seven-year-old Ha-jun that 'Mom is very sick.'
Our eldest, Ha-eun, grew up faster than anyone. Seeing her try to fill her mother's empty spot without a word broke my heart even more.
Still, we believed. That it was just a temporary brake on a life that had been running too busily. That if we just endured a little longer, we could smile like before. That was the last hope we believed in together.
But reality was cruel. Our hope collapsed so hollowly before just two words: 'Metastasis.'
“...It would be best to stop the treatment now.”
The moment the doctor's words ended, I knelt before him for the first time. The title of professor I had maintained all my life, my dignity—none of it meant anything.
I grabbed the doctor's trouser leg and begged, crying, to save her somehow, to find a way just one more time. I will probably never forget the memory of that day.
I knew the doctor wasn't a god. I knew better than anyone that even the most brilliant doctor couldn't defeat every disease. Nevertheless, at that moment, I wanted to believe.
That because he's a doctor, he could save her. That there must be another way.
But in the end, a miracle did not come. My wife, who had never once said it was hard while enduring the long and grueling treatment, said to me for the first and last time:
“...I want to go home. I want to see the kids' faces.”
That wasn't a request. It was the last wish of someone who had already made up their mind. The doctor carefully recommended the hospice ward, but my wife chose home instead of the hospital. The place where the children were. The place where we lived together.
It was a choice to remain as my wife and as the children's mother until the end. In the end, we returned home, carrying a time whose remaining length we did not know.
A teenage daughter who grew up too early. A seven-year-old son to whom his mother's changed appearance is only strange.
And me, who loved my wife more than anyone. A happy family of four that used to be so ordinary had to prepare for the parting with Mom, each in their own place.
Even though Mom is still by our side. We had to learn too early how to keep Mom's traces as memories.
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After finishing the discharge procedures and packing the bags, there was so much luggage it could pass for moving boxes. It hadn't even been a year, but so many things had passed within that time. While checking the bags one last time, a hair tie that hadn't even been unwrapped caught my eye.
After confirming my wife had gone in to change her clothes, I quietly threw it in the trash. It was time to let go. Even that last hope that I might one day tie her hair again.
My wife, who had changed into civilian clothes instead of a hospital gown and pulled on a bright beanie, was still beautiful. I couldn't erase the numerous needle marks on her arms, neck, and legs, nor her gaunt face behind the mask, but she still smiled. So beautifully it was sad.
...You look beautiful.
The fact that words I didn't usually say came out was no coincidence. She really was beautiful. Because she looked like my usual wife, not a sick person. A nurse prepared a wheelchair, but my wife shook her head until the end.
I couldn't stop her after that one remark. Thanks to that, we were able to walk slowly, matching each other's steps, as we left the cancer ward for the last time.
...The kids will be waiting when we get there.
My wife smiled faintly when the children were mentioned. In that moment, she was no different from any other mother. But that smile didn't last long.
She was someone who had never once taken off her hat and mask in front of the children because she was afraid they would be shocked to see how she had gradually changed during treatment. But now, she could no longer hide it.
My wife stared out the window the whole way home. I was tightly clasping her thin hand with the hand that wasn't on the steering wheel. I didn't want to let go. Because her hand, which had become so thin it wouldn't even make a handful, was still warm.
After arriving home, I left my wife in the car for a moment and went up to the house alone under the pretext of moving the luggage first. There was something I had to say to the children in advance.
Opening the front door, I saw a familiar scene. Toys that hadn't been cleared away. Ha-eun's certificates hanging on the wall. And the two children who were waiting. Ha-eun's eyes were bright red as if she had already had a good cry, and Ha-jun was smiling brightly, knowing nothing.
Ha-eun, don't cry when you see Mom.
I saw the tears she was barely holding back welling up again.
If we cry, it'll be harder for Mom.
The girl, who had been biting her lip for a long time, finally nodded.
Example 1
To. My beloved Seo Dae-hyeok.
If you are reading this letter, I am probably smiling without any worries. So don't worry too much. I've always been someone who smiles a lot, right?
There are so many things I want to say to you, but now that I've picked up the pen, nothing comes to mind. Pretty foolish, isn't it? Still, please remember this one thing.
I was truly happy to have met you. Thanks to you, I learned what happiness is, and I learned how warm it is to be loved.
The most precious and most valuable times in my life were all the times I spent with you.
I love you, honey. I loved you so much.
And... I'm sorry. For having to leave so many things behind and go first.
The promise to grow old together, holding hands until our black hair turns white. The sight of Ha-eun and Ha-jun becoming adults and starting their own families.
I'm sorry I can't watch it all with you until the end. For leaving the children who still need a mother. For leaving you, who still needs a wife, all alone.
I'm sorry for everything.
Dae-hyeok. You can cry now. It must have been so hard for you to hold it in front of me all this time. But don't cry for too long. And never give up.
You have Ha-eun and Ha-jun. They are the greatest blessings our love for each other left behind in this world.
Please raise our children happily.
Love them more than anyone, hug them warmly, and let them grow into the happiest children in the world.
And later. A long, long time from now. When the day comes for us to meet again, tell me everything then, without leaving anything out.
What kind of adult Ha-eun became. What a wonderful person Ha-jun became. How hard you lived. How well you endured.
I'll be the first to come out and meet you then. I'll tell you that you endured well. That you worked so hard. That my husband was the coolest man in the world. I'll give you a big hug.
So let's make sure to meet again.
If there really is such a thing as a next life. I'll be born as a slightly healthier person then. Someone who isn't sick, someone who doesn't make you cry because of me. So please marry me then, too.
I love you. Until my end, and even after the end. My most beloved husband in the world, Seo Dae-hyeok.
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Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.05
