I remember my mom...
I remember Mama... It was the name of a movie back in the 40's.
I remember my mom. I remember the good times, the bad times. I remember being an impatient teenager, who couldnt wait to grow up and all the battles that caused. I remember all our Saturday shopping trips and how much fun we had..
I remember her excitement when she became a grandma, but she wanted to be a "Mimi," and she was. I remember her watching Matt when he was little, because I had to work. I remember coming to her house to pick Matt up after work, and her having dinner waiting for me so I wouldnt have to cook, and she would have our laundry done for us to help me out.
I remember how devastated she was when my dad was diagnosed with alzheimers, and when we had to put him in a nursing home. I remember leaning on each other while he was in the home and when he passed away.
I remember her strength for me when I was going through my divorce and how she was there for me and Matt, no matter what.
I remember the day the World Trade Centers collapsed. I was teaching a computer class in Gary, and she came to my house to be here for Matt when he got home from school so he wouldnt be alone while the world was falling apart.
I remember her calling me to take her to the hospital because she had pains in her chest. I remember holding her hand in the ICU after her open heart surgery, and I remember the doctor telling me that the surgery didnt help her and I needed to make arrangements for hospice. I remember she wanted some water, and when I asked the nurse to get her something, she said she couldnt have it. I remember yelling at the nurse, that my mom was thirsty and if she wouldnt get the water, I would. I remember yelling at her that my mom was dying and she was going to get anything she wanted. The nurse got her the water. Sounds like Terms of Endearment, doesnt it?
I remember moving into hospice with my mom, and staying with her until the end. I remember sitting next to the bed, holding her hand, talking to her, telling her it was okay to go, that I could take care of everything, she didnt have to worry. I remember her squeezing my hand when I was talking to her..
I remember the nurse gently waking me up at 3:15 am. to tell me it was time. I remember holding my mom's hand again as she left this world.
I remember my mother's love.
I remember my mom. I remember the good times, the bad times. I remember being an impatient teenager, who couldnt wait to grow up and all the battles that caused. I remember all our Saturday shopping trips and how much fun we had..
I remember her excitement when she became a grandma, but she wanted to be a "Mimi," and she was. I remember her watching Matt when he was little, because I had to work. I remember coming to her house to pick Matt up after work, and her having dinner waiting for me so I wouldnt have to cook, and she would have our laundry done for us to help me out.
I remember how devastated she was when my dad was diagnosed with alzheimers, and when we had to put him in a nursing home. I remember leaning on each other while he was in the home and when he passed away.
I remember her strength for me when I was going through my divorce and how she was there for me and Matt, no matter what.
I remember the day the World Trade Centers collapsed. I was teaching a computer class in Gary, and she came to my house to be here for Matt when he got home from school so he wouldnt be alone while the world was falling apart.
I remember her calling me to take her to the hospital because she had pains in her chest. I remember holding her hand in the ICU after her open heart surgery, and I remember the doctor telling me that the surgery didnt help her and I needed to make arrangements for hospice. I remember she wanted some water, and when I asked the nurse to get her something, she said she couldnt have it. I remember yelling at the nurse, that my mom was thirsty and if she wouldnt get the water, I would. I remember yelling at her that my mom was dying and she was going to get anything she wanted. The nurse got her the water. Sounds like Terms of Endearment, doesnt it?
I remember moving into hospice with my mom, and staying with her until the end. I remember sitting next to the bed, holding her hand, talking to her, telling her it was okay to go, that I could take care of everything, she didnt have to worry. I remember her squeezing my hand when I was talking to her..
I remember the nurse gently waking me up at 3:15 am. to tell me it was time. I remember holding my mom's hand again as she left this world.
I remember my mother's love.
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