Mothers and Daughters

Her mother is dying. It's a slow process Thank Goodness? Right?
She made it thru the holidays. Her health fairly stable. But now there doesnt seem much... to ... look forward....to. Each day she's fading... she can see. Old wounds, old memories, fresh wounds. Sadness all around. Thankful for every day that she still has with her mother, to spend with her, yet mad, angry that this happening NOW. As if maybe there might be a better time in your life to watch your mother die.

My heart goes out to women without mothers. Even women who have mothers who arent very good mothers. You're a mother your whole life not just till they are grown. I will do my best to accept daughters in to my home and my heart, the women my boys pick to be wives.
I cannot imagine not having my mother to call , Derek's nose is bleeding, Joseph's rash is back, how do your fry chicken? And I know those that dont have that luxary. Who on earth do they do it?

I try to think of my mother on my birthday.. because without her... well what would I be? I think of my friends on the days of the birth of their children's birthday. On that day when that chubby little hand closed about your finger you changed you became a mother.

But tonight my heart is heavy, my eyes are wet.

I would like to hug you and let you sob at least give you a soft place to fall...for tonight. Because I know you'll be here for me when... I dare not say it.... but you know.... but now it's your time. Mothers and daugthers dont always see eye to eye, and I know times have been tough in the past and your digging thru all of that to say what needs to be said. To leave no stone unturned.

We all have mothers no matter what, and no matter what your relationship this is never easy.
I dont always say the right thing but I want to at least let you know I love you.