Just got off the phone with my best friend.  Her mom died today from brain cancer.  It has been a long road for both of them.  We cried and talked and cried some more.  I lost my own mom unexpectedly a year and a half ago.  I never got to say goodbye, it was like she just went out and never came home.  Part of me envies my friend for her chance to say goodbye, to look after her mom this past month, to hold her hand as she made her final journey.  For a daughter to lose her mom is losing her dearest and best friend.  They are who made us what we are today.   I will miss my mother til the day I die, as will my friend.  I still talk to my mom, and probably always will, I feel cheated to no longer have her in my life.  Now my poor Jeanne will have to go thru this too!

But I remember my mom telling me years ago, “Shannon, there are a lot worse things in life than dying.”  And being totally dependant on someone for her daily living was one of the things she dreaded.  She was blessed to go so fast, it is the way she would have wanted if she could have chosen.

And like Jeanne’s mom told her, “dying must not be so bad, cause everyone does it.”  Weren’t our moms special.   No wonder they will forever hold our hearts.