I have been going through my mothers basket as I call it. It's not an easy task, tears come, giggles come, anger comes, but most of all it is a reminder that I'm 35 and I don't have a mother. Passing away at 50 on Mothers Day was cruel and unfair to her children. So for the last few days I have had this recurring dream of our mother being zipped up in her living room into a body bag, she was cold, my mom was never cold and I just wanted to clean the blood from her face but I was not allowed to do that. I watch that gurney being taken out of her house and I can remember not being able to see because the tears are flowing so hard I can not see anymore. We go back in her home and I just remember sitting in her room wondering why her, why so young, why my mom, why this day? I hate these dreams. I want them to stop.
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- Heather
- I am a wife first, mom second, and business owner third. We enjoy working as a family and doing things together! We love the Lord and try to do all things that are pleasing to him, we fall short everyday but with his grace and forgiveness we know that we can be better tomorrow!
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