This is about a mother and her daughter – and the joy of forgiveness
Before I go on I must say this:
My mother and I went through a lot in the sense of what was going on around us; all our lives. But when I came back into her life the re-bonding took place immediately. I will hold dear that first moment I saw her beautiful face smiling in a way only a mother can when she first sees her child.
With all that was going on around us and all the attempts to break us apart; please see my post “The silent Hemorrhage of my soul” we endured, we overcame, we loved, we had gratitude, we had each other.
I am grateful for every single moment. I am grateful to have been there to take care of her right to the end. I fed her, I picked her up when she fell, I wiped up her accidents, I held her hand when she cried. Everything that she needed, wanted and desired was my mission and my only purpose during that time.
I know she was grateful too, I know she loved me too and I know that if for no other reason the last few years of her life had a “silver lining”