It's Thursday night on November 3, 2011. I was looking at all the pictures of Jeannette and this picture tears at my heart. It was her baby. Conner was only 5 years old when she died. Now, two years have gone and Conner is 7 years of age. He is busy with his school work and his home life in Los Angeles. I wonder if he remembers his mommy. He was so attached to her and always cried out to her to help him do this or that. He would even act sick so he could stay home with her. She adored her Conner. Every day she would make sure to pack his school lunch and also help him with his homework. During her final days on earth she asked to see her children. One by one came into the room. Conner was the first one. He immediately asked her when was she coming home. He got close to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek. I could see the slight bit of happiness in Jeannette's face. She was sad and at the same time happy to see her Conner, Mathew, Shane and Loreal. They stayed for only 15 minutes. She was in extreme pain and she did not want her children to witness her crying in pain. She told each one of them that she loved them and that it would not be long before she came home to them. That was never to come true. It was the last time they saw their mom alive. Even right now as I sit writing this post I am crying because it hurts me to know she is gone forever. Saturday will be her birthday. How I wish she were still here so we could celebrate her 40th.
I miss my Nettle Poodle.
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