My little mommy
Why I call her my "little" mommy - because she was maybe just under 5ft but she was spunky and had a spark in her.
She was diagnosed with thyroid cancer on August 7, 2007. Had surgery on September 13, 2007, and passed away on February 14, 2008. Doctors had told us all was OK after surgery. It seemed to happen all so fast, but she knew something wasn't right. I missed something, not sure what but I always feel that I could have/should have done more. I was with her every step of the way, but something blinded me. Was it that I didn't want to accept that the worse was going to happen? How was I going to live without her? I can still hear her voice, smell her perfume, hear her footsteps. How can that be so vivid? I always wish for one more day, if I could only have her with me one more time - just to be there again. Today millions are celebrating Valetine's Day - I cannot. It's a sorrowful day for my heart is broken and it will never mend again.