You’ve always been very dear to me, although I know you realize that. I’ve tried to support you as best I can through your illness. These past 10 months, you’ve been put through hell. I don’t think any undeserved punishment and suffering could equal yours. Yet, you still wore a smile for us, and you wouldn’t let us see your pain.
I will always remember you as my beautiful, kind, caring, forgiving, sarcastic, smart-ass, won’t-take-no-for-an-answer momma. I can’t say I’ll forget when you were lying in hospital bed after hospital bed, but those aren’t the things that I’ll think of when you come to mind. I’ll think of the times when we’d blast the radio while you made dinner and we did our homework at the kitchen table. Or when we went to Florida and had our well-deserved vacations on the beach. And definitely all the times you were there for me to spill all my teenage angst unto. You made and are still making a huge impact on my life. I know you’re here right now, sitting on my bed next to me, laughing, because you’re so beautiful when you laugh. And I can’t help but smile.
I love you. You’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.