Too young...

by Virginia

I don't usually tell my story because it can be too much for people. The past four years were hell on earth. In 2007, within six weeks of each other, my favorite aunt died of cancer, my mama was diagnosed with ALS and we lost our baby girl to a late miscarriage. The next year I was lost and angry, my mom was always there for me...even on the bad days. We got pregnant again and through complications, I was hospitalized for six weeks on strict bedrest. One week after I went in to the hospital, my brother and I made the decision to put my mom in hospice. We prayed mom would make it to see her first grandbaby. April 27th, my son came (10 weeks early) and was rushed to the NICU. My mom came to my room and she had the biggest grin on her face. We took her down to see Simon and she beamed all the way. Two days later I got the call in my hospital room that they didn't expect mom to make it. I just had this tiny baby, how was I to be strong without her? I didn't make it to be with her in time, so I chose to spend the day with my son. It has been almost 3 1/2 years now, and it still feels brand new. I have two kids that I wish mom could have seen, loved, held, and spoiled. How do I explain to them about the treasure of a grandma they had?

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