It's always hard to lost anyone you love in death. I lost my mother five years ago and it seems like it was just yesterday. She had a car wreck and ended up in the hospital due to some more problems. My only sister had died 10 years prior to her death. It was only myself and my two brothers. One brother was a lot more help then the other.

They wanted to send her to a nursing home. I would not let them do that. They sent her to what they call the little hospital, behind the big one. Every night when I would go to see her it would break my heart in two. I loved her so much. She had a very hard life and up until her accident she visited her mother at the nursingh home evey day. She was a very dedicated and loyal person. She had so much love in her heart for all her family. I miss her so much now.

When I would walk in to see her she would have a big smile on her face. She was in her later 60's, but the accident had caused her to feel like she was in her teens. She would always call me her best friend. I remember one night when I walked in she told me about this good-looking therapist. She said, "Sis, I love you so much I will share him with you." She was so sweet then.

We were watching T.V. one night and I saw this part where this person did not want to be brought back if they could not breath. That was my time to talk to her and find out her real feelings. God knows I never wanted my mom to die and leave me, but I knew that she would never want to live in a nursing home.

We had so many good times visiting. Then the time came when I walked into her room. She was asleep, or so I thought. I reached over and patted her little arm. It was like ice. I looked down at her and so no breathing. I walked to the door and said, "I need someone to tell me if my mom is dead."

You would not believe how fast those nurses flew in that room. I told that that the family knew she was dying. I just needed to let my brothers know. They checked her and said she was gone. After I called my brothers and uncle the tears begin to fall so hard and fast. I will never forget my oldest son say, "Mamma's now really dead." He loved her so much. That was her only grandson until my twin sons were born.

It was only two months after my mom died that my grandmother died. She was 90. So we lost the two most precious females in my life in a very short span of time. God knew what he was doing. Now they would never be in pain again.

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