Thank you Facebook memories. I can remember my Mama's smile especially when there are times that I seems to have forgotten.
Looking back, I am now amazed that she could even smile at all.
She fought her illness with every ounce of her being. She fought a good fight.
She relied on the people around her to take care of her.
Perhaps the most rewarding thing that I did for her is bathe and dress her, comb her hair, read her stories when she can no longer see...the same way she did to me and my brother when we were younger.
We lost our greatest source of human love, encouragement and strength.
Looking back, I am now amazed that she could even smile at all.
She fought her illness with every ounce of her being. She fought a good fight.
She relied on the people around her to take care of her.
Perhaps the most rewarding thing that I did for her is bathe and dress her, comb her hair, read her stories when she can no longer see...the same way she did to me and my brother when we were younger.
We lost our greatest source of human love, encouragement and strength.
The pain was so great that sometimes it felt like I would cease to exist.
Questioning God just made me feel emptier. But I knew it would be a disappointment for her if I let my grief to stand in the way of her dreams for me and my brother.
I have to make a choice. I chose to keep my faith in God and trust His greater purpose.
I chose to let my mother live by honoring her memories and living her legacy.
