Today, for the first time, my mom realized that she's dying. She's probably a day or so away.
As we talked, she asked me in tenderness and love, "Will you come with me?" She didn't completely understand what she was asking. She just wanted her son to be with her all the time.
As I teared up, I said, "No, mom, I can't come with you, but you'll always be with me."
4 comments:
So sad. Yet to me you're lucky, my mom died suddenly back in UK when I was in Vancouver, I didn't even make it back for the funeral. It happens that that was fifty years ago today.
Prayers and love for you both, ligneus.
*hugs*
Love you so much, Foxie.
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