All mothers love their babies, and all babies love their moms.
My love passed may 22 2014. She kept asking me to pray with her and I couldn't because I despise organized religion and I hate any religion, but I also dislike the universal unforgiving natural selection that appears to have put us here to face death thousand years upon thousand years without kindness. Either way we are living hard towards dying which will come.
I told her that it was okay and she could pray.
She knew I didn't like God and religion. She wanted a preacher to talk and pray with her and every preacher or church I contacted really didn't want to visit a dying person on hospice and if they would consider it the persons required me to be converted so I would be a member of their church and also pray with them over the phone which I refused to do.
I finally got a Baptist preacher to visit, she lying on her hospital death bed here at home him entering the room her night-gown was a little high he turned and left the room pointing to her private part. I hurried and covered that area because it didn't appear to me and sexual parts are part of nature for the bathroom not to be offended by like a little kid.
He keeled down and only asked her if she asked Jesus into her heart saying it with a harsh ice cold heart. Then he asked me if I died where would I be. I said it would be up to God. I had to pretend to be religious to get someone to visit her. He said it was sure for him to go to heaven. I always figure God if he exist makes the choice in the end not yourself because you figure repeated a few words someone told you to say. Than he wanted me to go to his church. He said it was time to get back in church. I even said Amen which was completely empty pretending only to get my moms wish fulfilled. He promised to return early the next morning to see her. She died about 3:30 in the morning that morning and he never returned that day to see her, I am guessing no members (control over people) or money for his church discouraged him or the body parts for the bathroom which were not very visible. Just completely childish.
But for her I did visit a prayer web site and asked his army of prayers to pray that she have peace in the end which was a few hours before she passed away which alarmed me because I expected her to live a little longer.
I contacted hospice and cried at the back door looking at the stars. Because I loved mom. No one but me here with her alone, all alone.
I will love you in my thoughts my mom forever.