My Mother, My Champion
I should feel like the luckiest girl in the world, my Mom lived to be 96 years old. She had mellowed so in her last years; becoming more loving and appreciated everything that was done for her. My sister, brother, niece and myself took care of her that last year and a half. My days were every Tuesday and Thursday. Since her death, 2/20/11, I'm lost on those days. I wanted just one more week with her, just one more.She would ask me who will take care of you when you get old, I told her you Mom from heaven you will look down and take care of me. I have nightmares calling for her, crying out her name, but she doesn't answer.I wake up so empty. I feel so selfish for grieving so for someone that was so long here on earth. She was my Champion!!!!