Tomorrow marks my moms 3rd year of passing to a better place. I held her hand as she silently slept. I held my breath as I watched her die. Her skin swollen from all the things they said they needed to do. I stroked her hair and wiped her tears as she was trying to say her goodbyes. Wanting her eyes so much for them to open and see that I was there. Filled with agony growing inside of me. I watched those around me shed their tears and utter their words of sorrow. One last time I kissed your face, smelled your hair and held your hand to touch my cheek. My fragile mom, may you always rest in peace. I miss you everyday ...Madresita querida
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 03:41:15 +0000
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