The Real Reason...
Marion Kathleen Judy Cobb.
14 December, 1927 - 30 June 2017.
Today my intelligent, witty, funny, beautiful and exceptionally well-read Mother, (MOM) was born and Judy would have been 90 years young. On the 30th of June, 2017 my Mom took her last breath and I was WITH her. She was gracious enough to wait for me to fly in from England to tell me Good-Bye. I am the fortunate one. We were able to laugh, sing, cry, hold hands together, sleep in bed holding one another, and believe me, I DO know how many people yearn to have that time. Five incredible days that will remain with me until I take MY last breath. Yes, I knew my Mother was dying as she was in hospice; does not take the pain away...plus, I felt/feel broken. Tinto and I had been through an unwanted separation while I took care of Mom for 3 years. Not many marriages would have survived this horrific time apart, but somehow we did. We managed to reconnect and Tinto thought loads of minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months together filled with lots of love and laughter would be THE best medicine for me. Yes, my heart still hurts and I find myself with tears streaming down my face at the oddest times. I know Mom is with me, but...truly...WHO do you think I want to share this adventure with? I only want to ring 1 person and hear her laugh one more time. Trust me. You never have enough of the people you genuinely love.
Blanco...of The Roaming Stevens.
Roam with gratitude and appreciation...
14 December, 1927 - 30 June 2017.
Today my intelligent, witty, funny, beautiful and exceptionally well-read Mother, (MOM) was born and Judy would have been 90 years young. On the 30th of June, 2017 my Mom took her last breath and I was WITH her. She was gracious enough to wait for me to fly in from England to tell me Good-Bye. I am the fortunate one. We were able to laugh, sing, cry, hold hands together, sleep in bed holding one another, and believe me, I DO know how many people yearn to have that time. Five incredible days that will remain with me until I take MY last breath. Yes, I knew my Mother was dying as she was in hospice; does not take the pain away...plus, I felt/feel broken. Tinto and I had been through an unwanted separation while I took care of Mom for 3 years. Not many marriages would have survived this horrific time apart, but somehow we did. We managed to reconnect and Tinto thought loads of minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months together filled with lots of love and laughter would be THE best medicine for me. Yes, my heart still hurts and I find myself with tears streaming down my face at the oddest times. I know Mom is with me, but...truly...WHO do you think I want to share this adventure with? I only want to ring 1 person and hear her laugh one more time. Trust me. You never have enough of the people you genuinely love.
Blanco...of The Roaming Stevens.
Roam with gratitude and appreciation...
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