Wish She Was Here



So Young, So Beautiful



What a beautiful day today is.  Sunday morning.  Coffee perking.  Time to take shower and brush my teeth.  Time goes by so quickly and before we know it we are old.  I am old.  I sit here in my home looking back at all the years that have gone by.  There were good times and bad times.  There is one point in time that is embedded in my brain forever.  Even if I were to get Alzheimer's disease, I know I would still remember the day my daughter died. I shall never forget the second she died.  My heart stopped at that time.  I was in tremendous grief.  I cried from the bottom of my soul.  My whole body went into a spasm. I was trembling all over.  The pain was like as if someone had stuck a big butcher knife in my heart.  The nurse turned off the blood pressure machine and the hospice nurse came in to say a few words of kindness however, I do not recall what she said. I was numb as I escorted her body down the elevator and onto the waiting Hearst.  As they slowly drove away I slowly died inside of me.  I really feel like I am not the same person anymore.  I hate cancer with all my might.  It took my beautiful daughter from me.  How could this happen.  I do not know.  I hope that one day there will be a cure for cancer.  I do not wish this on anyone.  All you mothers out there that are reading this post, please love your children. Show them everyday that you love them. I am not talking about materialistic gestures of love.  I am talking about TIME.  Give them of your time.  In the end, that is what really matters.  Time and Love.  I miss my Nettle Poodle.