Jeannette's Last Mothers Day, 2009

I woke up this beautiful Sunday morning and thanked God for giving me another day to live.  I know there is a reason for my existence but I have not pin pointed as of yet.  Today, I am going to take my grandson to the park and enjoy the whole day.  I try to cope with my grief the best that I can.  Times are hard for me. One minute I am laughing and enjoying life and then the next, I am sad just thinking about Jeannette and all that she went thru during her illness.  She called me a week before Mothers Day in 2009 and said to me that she thought her husband and the children were planning a big event for her since she knew it would be her last Mothers Day.  I told her I had planned on visiting her but would wait until the following week to see her.  She called me crying hysterically on Mothers Day.  She said that on that morning she woke up after sleeping only two hours, to find her husband getting dressed.  She said to him, "Pat, what are you doing for me on this special day."  He flat out told her he was leaving to his mom's house.  She asked him why.  He said, "You're not my mother."  And then she said he was taking the kids too.  Jeannette broke down crying and asking him why.  He ignored her and left.  She cried so much that she lost her breath.  Then, she called me and told me what happened.  The following weekend I drove to her house.  As I was parking my car Pat's mom drove up behind me.  I turned around and walked straight up to her and asked her why she let her son disrespect my daughter and why had she insisted on making him be with her on Mothers Day.  She said, "I can't help it if your daughter has cancer, life goes on."  It took every nerve in my body to calm down.  I wanted to beat her ass so bad.  I imagined pulling her ugly dried out hair out of her scalp and kicking her fat body all the way up and down the block. That is how angry I got.  I decided it was not worth it and just walked away from her and into my Jeannette's house.  Before I walked inside, I turned around and yelled out to her that she would rot in hell for what she did to my daughter.  Then i did yell out a couple of four letter words.  I was like a mother tiger protecting her cub.  Gosh, when I think of this I get all angry again.  Forgive me Lord.