Mom

I thought I could write about my mom, but when I think about her, how much she loved me,the things I put her through, the times I angered her, dissappointed her and worried her. No matter how horrid or sad it was. She was always there for me.

In her hospital bed, after her stroke, she couldn't move anything except her right arm and hand, and her eyes. She held on to my hand so tight to let me know that she knew I was there.

Oh Mom, I love you. I didn't want you to leave me. At the same time, I couldn't stand to see you lying there trapped in a body that didn't work.

Your physical body left me. but your spirit will always be by my side.