Questions??

I know that you are tired of hearing of my losses. Everyone has losses. But, I truly think that it has defined me. It has changed the core of me. And, you can't just let that pass you by without contemplating the meaning of things, right? I've grown up since I've lost my parents. I have. I was always a mama's girl. And, she loved taking care of us. So, I let her. Then, she passed away. And, I was confused. Who am I know? I really didn't have time to work through that. My Dad needed me. I can still remember helping my Mom into bed and her saying "take care of your Dad". My younger sister, Sherri, was in the room. I can see it perfectly. That moment that stops time. My Mom never talked about her cancer like it was the end. Never. But, I remember this moment so vividly. She knew. And, it was her way of telling us that she knew. I think my sister and I stopped to catch our breath. We stood there frozen. And, both agreed (without a doubt) that we would. Did I? Did I do the best that I could? Did I take care of him the way that she asked us to that day? It was the one and only time that she talked of her not being there. And, I shook my head in agreement. I will. We will. Don't worry. Just get into bed. Let me cover you up so you can get warm. Don't worry.