I gots ta reblog this. I have no words.
This was where I sat on Mother’s Day last year, in the sunshine, overlooking a lake, at the top of a small hill. The best part was that I was talking on the phone to my mom.
Today, the lake is still there. The sun will still shine. The hill I can still climb. But my mother is gone.
That beautiful Mother’s Day was the last time I got to talk to my mom. A week later, as she was walking home from Sunday church meeting, she had a massive stroke.
A woman driving by saw my mom fall and went to help her. My mom told the woman her name and where she lived, and then she lost consciousness.
The woman went to the assisted-living complex where my mom lived and left her number in case there were family members who wanted to talk to her.
I got a…
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