My mother loved Christmas. The last two years she was in the hospital durring this time. She was looking forward to this holiday and had alread bought her gifts and had begun wrapping them. She was determined she would be here to celebrate with her family. Now she is gone.
Just five days ago she was ready to do some last minute shopping. Looking more vibrant than ever. It was the first night she had asked me to turn on the Christmas tree. I worked on decorating it the day before and she was so happy. When it was all lit up she started to cry. She said to me, "Thomas. That is the most beautiful tree. It is better than I could have hoped for."
Saturday night, she was racked with pain. She called me to the room and asked me to hold her. She told me she loved me and that her and my dad appreciate everything I had done for them these last two years. She told me she wished I could stop so I could enjoy the view. That was something my mom always told us. She would say, "Life is a long and winding road. Sometimes you have to pull over, take a breath and enjoy the view."
I told her that it was OK. I loved her an dad and I would not be anywhere else. My place was there, taking care of them. Yesterday, she lost her battle with cancer.
As Christmas quickly approaches, I look around this house and realize that everything in it is a piece of my mom. Her quilts, her pictures, her things. Most importantly, her Christmas decorations. She loved those items and wanted them about the house. One of my friends called today and said he had recieved my mothers Christmas card. She was sure to mail those out last week.
She is not here with us this year. As I look around, I realize that her spirit is however. I miss her terribly. She was my friend and my Mother. She taught me to love people, to be a man but to show a sensitive side. To be strong yet compassionate. I am proud to be her son, I am proud that she is my mother.
Going back to my earlier comment, I hope now that lifes winding road is at an end for her, she can enjoy the view before starting her next adventure. I pray she likes what she sees.
She will be here for Christmas. She will be remembered every second. I am so sad today. I wish I had someone to hold me as I did my mom on so many occasions. My only comfort now, is that she is no longer in pain. She was a dear sweet person. I think God recieved a great Christmas present this year. He got one of the greatest people I have ever known. So, she is still giving.
She was my mother, and I love her. Merry Christmas Mom!
Just five days ago she was ready to do some last minute shopping. Looking more vibrant than ever. It was the first night she had asked me to turn on the Christmas tree. I worked on decorating it the day before and she was so happy. When it was all lit up she started to cry. She said to me, "Thomas. That is the most beautiful tree. It is better than I could have hoped for."
Saturday night, she was racked with pain. She called me to the room and asked me to hold her. She told me she loved me and that her and my dad appreciate everything I had done for them these last two years. She told me she wished I could stop so I could enjoy the view. That was something my mom always told us. She would say, "Life is a long and winding road. Sometimes you have to pull over, take a breath and enjoy the view."
I told her that it was OK. I loved her an dad and I would not be anywhere else. My place was there, taking care of them. Yesterday, she lost her battle with cancer.
As Christmas quickly approaches, I look around this house and realize that everything in it is a piece of my mom. Her quilts, her pictures, her things. Most importantly, her Christmas decorations. She loved those items and wanted them about the house. One of my friends called today and said he had recieved my mothers Christmas card. She was sure to mail those out last week.
She is not here with us this year. As I look around, I realize that her spirit is however. I miss her terribly. She was my friend and my Mother. She taught me to love people, to be a man but to show a sensitive side. To be strong yet compassionate. I am proud to be her son, I am proud that she is my mother.
Going back to my earlier comment, I hope now that lifes winding road is at an end for her, she can enjoy the view before starting her next adventure. I pray she likes what she sees.
She will be here for Christmas. She will be remembered every second. I am so sad today. I wish I had someone to hold me as I did my mom on so many occasions. My only comfort now, is that she is no longer in pain. She was a dear sweet person. I think God recieved a great Christmas present this year. He got one of the greatest people I have ever known. So, she is still giving.
She was my mother, and I love her. Merry Christmas Mom!
