Today was a good ‘mom’ day. A friend of mine at work sat down and just starting asking questions. Questions about the disease, how it affected my mom, when she died, the time spent in the hospital. And I talked and talked.

I love talking about her. Love. It. And although it can be hard, I had a few tears, the release is worth it.

One thing I said was that I miss being in the hospital with her. And how that might seem a strange time to miss. But those weeks, months, were so peaceful with her. We had wonderful hours spent just the two of us together. I read and laid with her and painted our toenails. And I wrote. There was a routine and my days had specific purpose. And I did well with that.

So Friend, thank-you for the questions. Today was a good mom day.

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