I was the primary caregiver for my Mother while she was terminally ill.
My daughter gave birth a couple months later and her and her husband decided to name their little girl Mary after my Mom. It was such a great tribute to her. Mary never met my Mom but she looks at her pictures now and calls her Nana. She has that little smile Mom always had and reminds me a lot of my Mother. I am sure Mom smiles down upon her once in awhile as she does us all.
Since her death over four years ago I still feel the same way. I gave my Mom eight years of my life, she had given me all of hers. My life, I didn’t have one, it was all about her. She came first, and her care. I still smell her scent when she is near me. I find myself still talking to her when I just need a hug and when I see a beautiful flower I also find myself saying isnt this beautiful Mom? The missing her will never go away, if only I could have one more day to spend with her, to see her smile to hear her laughter and to have her arms around me telling me she loves me and that things will be ok. I look at the care I had given her and would not change anything for the world. Even though taking care of her was one of the hardest things I had ever done I would do it all over in a heart beat. I got to spend alot of time with her, I got to hold her and tell her I loved her. I got to make her comfortable, and safe. I may not have been able to save her from what God had in store for her but the promises I had made to her I had kept. She was in her home and had passed away in her own bed surrounded by all the love from those who loved her. I miss you Mom and I love you so much. Ill meet you there at those pearly gates when God calls my name. We will be together again one day. Until then take care of all those who we love and miss and make sure you got that Pink Cadillac all gased up.
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