My name is
Pam. I also lost my mother to this terrible disease back in 1994. It was
the hardest thing that I ever remember having to endure, because, like
you and your mother, my Mom and I had grown over the years to become very
close friends, and also because, I had found out four months before her
death that I was adopted. My dad said she didn't want me to know because
she was afraid that not only would I hate them for it, but that she would
loose me to my birthmother.
I wished that I could hug her and hold her and tell her that "too me, she would always be my Mom, because she was the one that gave up her freedom to go, gave up her peaceful nights sleep to comfort me when I was sick or scared. She chose to love, nurture, and raise me out of choice, not because she had too. I think that I loved her more than I ever realized after I found out this information.
If I wasn't aware of it before, I knew then that I had lost the only true friend that the Lord had ever blessed me with. I can't say that I'm over the loss of losing her or do not mourn her not being with me still, but the loss of her has helped me to realize my worth in this world, because the week after she passed away, I made the conscious choice to become a Certified Nursing Asst., which I have been ever since.
The loss of my mother has, if nothing else, taught me that our time in this world is much too short, no matter how long we live, to NOT show one another the love that God allowed his son to give his life for.
Being the loving and giving person that my Mom was, I feel assured that she is sitting next to your mother, right by the Lord, looking down at me, and smiling.......with great approval, that I finally realize the true meaning of Love.