The Things We Think About Sometimes

Tweet

I don't know where some of the memories I get are coming from. Why I am remembering such things. But I will share this little story. I just thought of her. My mother died of rectal cancer. She was in a care facility for several weeks before she passed. I would get off work, pick up my daughter and go visit with Mom in the evenings. She was so funny. She was used to eating a certain way and she would go on about how bad this or that was. I would get with Hospice, and they would do what they could to make sure she got butter instead of just margarine and things like that. Then the inevitable happened and I won't go into that. But then a few of the patients came out of their rooms and gave us hugs and their condolences. They were so thoughtful and kind. But this one little lady came up and took my arm. She looked me in the face and said in a very low voice, "Will you come back and see me?" Oh, dear. I think about her every once in a while. I was busy mourning my mother's death and working. Trying to be there for my daughter who took her passing really hard. All that. And you know what? I never did go back and visit her. I think about her to this day and I feel so guilty. She was such a sweet little thing. Every time I went there to visit Mom, she would take me down to her room to show me something. I really don't think she had anyone visiting her at all. So sad.