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I think everyone knows what this will be about..
Last night broke me a little bit, but I really couldn't say goodbye this morning.
Everyone keeps telling me it will get a little bit easier each day. I don't even see how that is possible =[. It doesn't even seem real yet. I guess it's supposed to seem impossible right now?
For the past 9 months my mom has been there every second of every single day, because she couldn't do anything else. I like to tell myself it makes this a little bit easier because I've watched the pain never stop and only get worse. I have been there since day one, and I held her hand until the very last second. Everyone seems shocked when they heard I was able to hold my mothers hand while she died, but really.. it is the only place I wanted to be. I'd like to believe she knew I was there.
My mom fought hard for 9 months. Even after she found out she was terminal, she kept fighting. No one believed she could do it. She did everything they asked of her and still kept coming back for more. I still can't imagine my life without her, and it's here.
After we placed our flowers on the casket at the burial today my dad held me and told me how proud he was of me. The way his voice sounded was so comforting. He told me she took our love with her, and left all of hers for us.
I've never thought of it as a compliment when I was told that I was just like her until this. I only hope I can ever be half the person she was. <3
Last night broke me a little bit, but I really couldn't say goodbye this morning.
Everyone keeps telling me it will get a little bit easier each day. I don't even see how that is possible =[. It doesn't even seem real yet. I guess it's supposed to seem impossible right now?
For the past 9 months my mom has been there every second of every single day, because she couldn't do anything else. I like to tell myself it makes this a little bit easier because I've watched the pain never stop and only get worse. I have been there since day one, and I held her hand until the very last second. Everyone seems shocked when they heard I was able to hold my mothers hand while she died, but really.. it is the only place I wanted to be. I'd like to believe she knew I was there.
My mom fought hard for 9 months. Even after she found out she was terminal, she kept fighting. No one believed she could do it. She did everything they asked of her and still kept coming back for more. I still can't imagine my life without her, and it's here.
After we placed our flowers on the casket at the burial today my dad held me and told me how proud he was of me. The way his voice sounded was so comforting. He told me she took our love with her, and left all of hers for us.
I've never thought of it as a compliment when I was told that I was just like her until this. I only hope I can ever be half the person she was. <3