May 20, 2016
I woke around 6:15. I walked downstairs to get some coffee but first to check on my Mother. She was in a hospice bed and I knew she was close to death. She hadn't been awake for almost 2 days. Unconscious.
I walked into her room and I really don't know what I did past that except I kissed her on the forehead, told her it wouldn't be long, and told her I loved her. I walked out of the room and went to the coffee pot. When I came back past the room, my wife was in the room with her. She looked up at me and said "I think she's gone."
I loved her and she loved me. A life of misunderstandings and heartache, we never saw eye to eye. But I DID love her and I still do. She's my Mommy. She's who I wish for when I don't feel good. She's who I call on when I'm trying to cook something new (such a good cook, she was!). She's the one whose presence I can smell in the house when I walk near her room.
Nope, it wasn't perfect but it wasn't suppose to be! Lessons we both learned - whoa, tough ones. Forgiveness. Tough. Whew. I love you, Mommy. Rest. Until I see you again. xoxoxo