While she was sick and deteriorating, my siblings and father were all able to say our goodbyes and have our time with her, which eased the pain of her passing. But this was never the plan. My mom was supposed to be there for my college graduation, my marriage, and to meet her grandchildren.
While she was sick, she was able to tell me that she was always going to take care of me, but it would have to be from heaven. We both sobbed after she said this because it was an unfair reality. I am so grateful for hospice and the strength of my father, because they cared for her until her last breath. We were all home with her on June 5, 1998 when my momma passed away in her home. I am blessed and grateful for the time I had with her and will keep her memory alive for as long as I live.