I love my mother.
I call her Maman, but in my head I still call her Mommy.
I can remember when she knew everything and could do anything.
I always squirmed when she held me.
I'll never do it again. I promise.
I love you, Maman.
the rest is silence
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I love you, too. I don't mean to go all biblical, but I feel like (loosely) quoting, "Lord, take this cup away from me." I so wish I didn't have to walk this path. And that you all also didn't have to walk it with me. I am so sorry that this is happening.
Amen, Nae. Amen.
I will walk any and all paths with you no matter where they leads!!!! Arm and arm through eternity!
Now, Papa, that made me cry! (in a good way)
Thank you. It is nice to know I won't be alone. I just feel bad for leaving you alone. Love each other; forgive all and everything. Pain makes us do stupid, painful things. Forgive each other.