The most heartbreaking part was watching my father weep at her side. While their marriage wasn't perfect, it was something they both believed in. At her death, they had been married for almost 58 years. They were each other's lives.
Here are some of my favorite pictures. The first is of me and mom and my girls. When my children were born, I had a prayer each time--that my children would get to know my parents. With such a huge age difference, I knew at any time I could lose either of my parents. Mom is 39 years older than me, Dad is 42 years older than me. I was 39 when I had my youngest, so there is nearly an 80 year difference in my youngest daughter's age and my mom's age.
When I look back at her childhood photos, there are so many with her holding a dog.
My blessings through this were many. I was blessed to have so much time with my mother. I was blessed to be able to care for her. I was blessed to be by her side as she passed. Most of all, I was blessed to have such a wonderful mother. I just hope I can compare. Happy Mother's Day, Mom--I know you are celebrating in heaven!