I am the luckiest man in the world. I had a mom that loved and cared for me. Mom was always there if I needed to be put in check or just to sit next to you and make you laugh if you had a bad day.
Every birthday since I moved away she would call me on my birthday and sing happy birthday, always in the goofiest way possible. I got my sense of humor from her. In the last couple years when she couple years I would call, she could barely use the phone, but my goal was to here her giggle, even if it I had to make jokes about her losing her mind.
The best part about this terrible situation is that I know my mom is no longer suffering. That pain I am feeling I will gladly carry, for her to be at peace.
I am proud to say that this woman was my mother.
I love you Momma!!!