HeatherB wrote:Susan, it don't sound sappy at all. My uncle said when my great grandmother died she sat up in bed and said, "Allom, you came for me!" She laid back down and died. My great grandfather came back for her.
I love that, Heather. According to the hospice people, that kind of stuff happens all the time. It's nice to know that when my time comes there will be someone there on the other side waiting.
Thanks again for all your support. I really like the poem, Charlene.
Now that the business is over, and the adrenaline is settling down, I'm really starting to feel the pain. And so much of it is so intensely physical. It's like someone stuck a knife through my heart. I've never felt anything like it. Of course being that it's Christmas makes it really suck. I know mom is OK, and I know that she would want us all to live our lives and be happy, but dang, this is hard.