I understand this has been so long coming. I admire your faith that withstood these years while you and your Daddy both waited without her.
But I will tell you this, my mom, your memories I'll keep
I'll hold them safe inside my heart, 'til God wakes you from sleep.
Have a safe trip indeed, will be thinking about you.
That whole poem is beautiful.
Yet, the part of her that I loved and missed the most as time went on, was her ability to chatter continually (see, I get it honest!!). In her desire to try to fool herself and others that she didn't have this disease, she just stopped talking for the most part, so that she wouldn't say something that wasn't right for the situation. I never thought I'd miss her yakking, but I did.