May I point out that, at her rate of pointing, she was "making" at least $50 an hour?
...at 3:05am I saw my mother take her last breath. Something changes inside of a person when their mother dies. Something changes in the world on that day. I don't know how to describe it, nor do I know if others feel the same way I did when she left. I only know that a sort of void and emptiness seemed to exist where-ever i looked in the world. She was one month shy of turning 60. Cancer.
I spent some time this past month talking with a "friend" who recently lost her mother. Not only did she lose her mother, but she also lost her best friend. I probably can only truly understand some of the pain she must be feeling. I guess you could say, if there was one important life lesson I learned when my mother died, was that I learned how to see and feel some of the pain a person experiences when they lose someone close. I'm not ashamed to admit I learned how to cry that morning.
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