A few days before my mother died, almost eight years ago, I walked into her hospital room to find her sleeping. She wore a light blue satin gown. Her hair was as white as snow – her skin, flawless. At 85, there were few wrinkles. She looked so peaceful! I wished I could hold onto that picture forever.
I said to the empty room, “This is the way I’ll remember her.”
Today is her birthday.
I miss her!