A few days before my mother died, 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 whispered to the quiet room, “This is the way I’ll remember her.”
Today is her birthday.
I miss her!
Sorry peg. I know what your feeling. I lost my mother 10 years ago. You never stop missing them.
I feel your pain peggy. been there.
There's no way we ever stop missing our mother. We came from her body and will always have that attachment. Even in death! Rene'
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