This was the last photo ever taken...we took this Thursday night and she died Friday morning. Her hair had just started to fall out again the weekend before from the new chemo she started. She had just shaved her head right before she went back into the hospital and with her being in ICU the boys hadn't been able to see her. This was Houston's first time to see her without hair and he thought it was pretty cool.
So today marks the two years...They say that time heals all wounds and while I do believe that time lessens the pain, I don't think I'll really ever get over losing my mom. I still miss her like crazy. I took the boys to Lubbock last week and we visited her grave. I'm really not sure why. I know that she's not really there...that she's really with me all the time...whenever I need her...but I felt compelled to visit her grave. One of her last wishes...more like demands...she was calling out during those last few minutes was that she wanted us to promise that we wouldn't let her grandbabies forget her. When we were driving out to her grave, I told Houston we were about to take Nana some flowers, and he asked me who Nana was. He was only 18 month when she passed away, so he really only remembers her in photos but I felt like I let my mom down because I let him forget her...
At church yesterday we sang In The Garden and Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus, both songs my mom loved, and we actually played In The Garden at her funeral. Needless to say, the waterworks were falling like crazy. Still not a day passes that I don't subconsciously think "I need to call my mom and tell her about..." Just fill in the blank...I want to call my mom and tell her everything that happens each day!
