|Mama with my girls, Alyssa and Meredith|
|Grandson Matt, Mama, Daddy and granddaughter Alie |
celebrating one of Mom's birthdays at my house
Then with the return of the cancer, she still fought valiantly for a year and a half. The ordeal wasn't easy, but I am grateful because I got to know her and be known by her during those years.
|Driving the senior ladies|
"Do this for your mom!"
"Make your mom feel special!"
"Let your mom know she's the best!"
I can't. I tried to show her when she was alive. I loved her and she loved me but we were so different. I won't get into all that. My goal is to say I can't do anything more regarding Mama. I know I'll never get over that.
Mama loved flowers. For that reason, I often brought her cut flowers. During her last year or so, I kept them for her, swapping our a spent bunch for a fresh one.
She taught me to love flowers. With the return of warm weather, spring and flowers, I can't help but think of her... a lot. I see potted plants and bouquets I would have bought her. I am comforted to know that any affection or flower of this earth pales to what she knows now. There are no sickness or tears, and more beauty than imaginable!
|Mama with Donnie and me|