It will be two years tomorrow, since my mother passed away. recently I have been missing her a bit--wanting to share some things with her, which I realised that I would have shared only with her.
Was remembering her death and thought once more, that although it was upsetting to me for her to go so suddenly, there was no other way she would have wanted it. She had been so worried about being bed ridden and a burden. I knew too, that I had to let her go, because she was so weary and wanted to rest, more so after having looked after my father with senile dementia and watching him go.
I am sure she is at peace.