In the sadness, there were spots of joy. Son #3 taking us out of coffee Sunday morning. Son #1 coming out from Winnipeg - even though he was "on call" for the company he works for. Wonderful lunch hosted by C&C. Watching grandchildren interact with cousins.
Calling my almost 98 year old mom & hearing her say to me - "I love you."
Messages & emails from friends & family with encouragement & prayers.
At times, the clouds were very dark.
Now, I'm remembering May 14, 1971, 7:03 AM. Had just given birth to my second son & I was so very thrilled with now having 2 boys. Didn't get to hold him until hours later. And that's just the way it was done then. Babies were brought to the moms every 4 hours, no exceptions. So I waited until my new baby was brought to me & I hugged him & kissed him & unwrapped his little body to count toes & fingers. I looked into his blue, blue eyes & touched his fuzzy blond hair. And he looked back at me, his mom.
Seems like a life time ago. So happy, so privileged that I could be his Mom for over 42 years here on earth. I am still his mom. He is still my son.
He will always be my son. I will always be his Mom.
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