Being able to smell the feeling is one thing. To be in the physical presence is a whole other.
Created in His Image is the one who has my whole heart. Takes care of the physical home with love, meals, laughter, cleanliness, mediation, and His love overflowing, everywhere in the room. Even spreads into the car.
Being a confidant.
Rediscovering and relearning childhood hobbies that bring joy into her heart while being at home with adult children.
Voice so soothing, reading out loud transports you anywhere in the world of fiction or nonfiction.
Home is where the heart is.
My heart, my home, my sanctuary, my conscience, my best friend, my mother.
A hug just makes the noise disappear. Her prayers are heard in your ears. Her smile cracks a wall around your heart.
Her tears keep you hypnotized of ever breaking her heart.
The meals prepared and experiments are crafted by her gifted hands. Creations of crochet & jewelry are to be shared, worn, adored, and spread around.
When the last breath is taken, 100% of our breaths and hearts will leave our bodies and go with her.
The love in her eyes will close. Soul-eyes will close the gateway to our souls. The warmth of hugs will be cold to the touch.
Clothes worn, pieces of her spirit will remain. Presence might be known during times of grief, sorrow, and material objects.
The Last "I Love You's" said, but weren't said enough. But we have a chance since she is still here.
Taken for granted is not an option. Make life easy for her. Make her smile as she would every day.
About the Creator
Haley Cason
Part-Time Writer, Artist, and Patient Transporter. Writes personal essays about subjects that make me curiously angry.
May participate in Writing Challenges and might miss deadlines.
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