This is in Memory of Jeannette Eileen Rocha Hanrahan. She was my youngest. She is gone but not forgotten. I shall miss and mourn for her the rest of my life. May she rest in Peace.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Jeannette in her final months
I can still hear her say to me, "Ma, I couldn't sleep last night, too much pain." She managed to get up and make herself cup of coffee and wake up the kids to get ready for school. Mathew was first to wake up and as he gathered his things to take shower he yelled out, "I'm up Mom." Conner and Shane woke up fighting over a Pokemon card. She calmed them down and gently kissed their foreheads. Loreal, her 16 year old was busy blow drying her long hair. The television was blaring and as I poured my cup of coffee I realized this scene is coming to a stand still soon. Jeannette was in last stages of breast cancer and as much as she tried to carry on with her normal life I could see she was deeply saddened at the thought of never seeing her children grow up. Never seeing their faces each morning and night. She cried often to me and with me. I am crying as I write this blog. Why, God, Why did she have to leave this earth, her children were the world to her.
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