Oh boy mom.. Let me see here.. I can't decide if it was the pet skunk or the entire 6 months that you cried after Elvis died...lol morning and night you would play his records over and over and over again..lol but then there's this other memory of you and truthfully it wasn't that long ago.. It was you and I talking for hour's about how life became what it was between you and I.. A well needed talk with many new memories between us.. but the one that really sticks out is you laying in the hospital bed with a ventilator attached and even in that state, you looked at me and said I love you..
No matter where we are in our life or where we have been in the process those words can change everything.. but if you ask me how would I laugh at as when I walked into your room trying to find something for you to eat that would satisfy you're insulin needs and I offered you a chip you looked at me and said I hate you!.. You and I debated about carbs and then laughed about it..
It's little things like that that bridge the gap..lol
God Speed Mom.. I love you too..