During the last few years of her life, she didn't remember me. But I remembered her. I remembered enough for both of us.
When I would visit, which wasn't often, and now I realize should have been more, she would chat with me. But she would talk to me as though I was a stranger. Because to her, she had never met me before that moment. And that was okay.
I watched the strong, faithful woman I grew up with slip into a wheelchair bound physically weak woman. But her spirit, and her faith- it remained strong.
I have this overwhelming feeling this week to go and sit in her presence. But she is no longer with us, and I am missing her.
These ornaments on our tree, made by her and passed to me by my mom, are a reminder that she will always be a big part of my life.
And as I placed them on the tree this year, I realized how very much I miss her.
2 comments:
I'm sorry you're missing her so much, but she left you some wonderful memories (and ornaments).
Thanks for the good cry.
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