Nothing can prepare me for the pain of losing my mother.
I watch her sleep. I don't want to let go, but I don't want her to suffer any longer.
God, just keep her comfortable. Take her home.
Reality has set in and I don't like it. I want my mamma.
I want to go back in time and relive some years with her. They were such a gift.
She was such a gift!
My tears fall down. I am not ready to let go. I will never be ready.
My heart is breaking.