The pain of losing someone you love is terrible. However, when that person is your best
friend, your rock, the pain is indescribable. It was 6 months ago today that I knew it was over. I remember the feeling that came over
me as the doctor was talking. I
knew it would be the last time she would be admitted to the hospital, the last
time I would see that doctor, the last time I would breathe normally, the last
time I would have hope.
I see her every day. She is with me.
I talk to her and see little signs that she is answering me. But it isn’t the same as picking up the
phone and calling her, or having a conversation with her while we weed the
garden, or sharing a bottle of our favorite wine while we talk about what we
would do when we win the lottery.
I was fortunate enough to tell her how much I loved her and
how proud I was to be her daughter.
I was also fortunate enough to be with her when she took her last breath
while I held her hand. And I am
fortunate to know how much she loved me.
Some people aren’t as lucky as I am.
Yes, I am changed.