On June 30,2011 my precious little Moma went home to be with the Lord after 6months of fighting pancreatic cancer. I got to spend that time with her, taking care of her every need. BLESSINGS...that's what it was. I didn't realize it at the time. I honestly didn't realize she was actually dieing. She wasn't losing weight, she had somewhat of an appetite. She was such a strong little 5 ft 2 in 120lb beautiful woman.
Now, 3 1/2 months later I feel as though I'm losing it....I keep telling myself she isn't in pain or having to take strong pain meds every 4 hrs around the clock. But there is still this very very strong feeling of brokenness.
I would crawl in bed with her and hold her tight, and sometimes she would hold me. I can still feel her hugs, Thank You Lord! We would sit in her home during the night on one of the many sleepless nights and would be talking and she'd say "what in the world are you all gonna do with all this stuff?"
I miss her calling me every day, every evening. I just miss my Momma.