April 18th

A year ago today I brought my mom to my house. I made my bed up with her sheets and bedspread, so it felt like her home. When she asked me, “where am I?” I said well who’s bed does it look like you’re in? It made my heart feel good when she answered, “mine.” I think I knew she was dying but I think I wanted to believe she was going to get better. Today’s been hard. I feel like I’m right there again. I almost wish I was. I miss my mom so very much, I long to hear her voice and feel her hand in mine