MY LAST REQUEST FROM MOM
One year, four months and 3 days ago when my mom was in the hospital, we thought she'd come home in a day or two. I had stayed the night with her and when they brought her breakfast tray, she wanted to share it with me. I told her I was going home for a few minutes to change clothes and i'd be right back.
She took her little fingers and separated her food and wanted me to eat half and she would eat half. I told her I would get something on the way home. She reminded me that we always shared. I told her she needed the food and I'd be ok. When I got back to the hospital a short time later, she was in a coma. Why didn't I share just a bite with her. Everyday I see those little hands making 2 portions of food and I
can't stand it. It was so little for her to ask for.
Why, Why didn't I do that for her. I can never un-do it. Never. I held her and a few hours later she was gone, because of undetected cancer.