My Mother's passing.

It happened September 3, 2011.  It was the day I dreaded.  I lost my Mom and my best friend.  My mother was a beautiful, lively, intelligent, funny woman.  She battled breast cancer off and on for 11 years.  When we learned the cancer had invaded her body and that she would no longer be able to fight the battle, we turned to home care.  My sister and I did our best to provide the best home hospice we could to my mother.  These were the sadest days of my life.  I am glad I had the ability to be there for her, but I hated watching cancer rob her of her life.  I watched her cry often in those final days.  She wasn't ready to die.  Still, in her final days, she managed to keep her sence of humor occasionally and for this we (the family) was greatful.  I miss my Mom.  I miss her dearly.  I miss calling her up for no reason at all.  I miss just popping by for a cup of tea.  I miss the walks we took together.  I miss the gardening together.  But what I really miss is her voice and the ability to just call her up and see how and what she was doing.  I'm trying to buy a house now and I really wish I could take her to it and show her the inside.  I know she would have been very excited for me.  I'm wish I could even say I'm glad she's in a better place, but for my own selfishness, I just plan miss her like hell and wish she was here.  Mom - I LOVE YOU!