Faith
some tissues if it wasn’ t too much trouble.
“ I don’ t think I can do it, Mom,” I said losing all control of myself.“ I am your daughter. A big part of who I am is all tied up into that. How am I supposed to handle that part of me being gone? Really Mom, I’ ve avoided asking and answering that question for more than a year. Now you’ re telling me there isn’ t any other choice— that I’ m going to have to let you go. I can’ t even wrap my mind around that.”
She put on that“ Mom face” that I recognized so well. I knew I was about to get it.“ Now you listen here, Diane,” she said.“ Don’ t you think I’ ve had all the same thoughts myself? How in the world am I supposed to leave all of you? There’ s so much more I want to do. I had PLANS for the rest of my life, you know.
And another thing dammit, how in the world am I going to leave your dad behind? I
Really Mom, I’ ve avoided asking and answering that question for more than a year.
know he’ ll be alright, but he’ s the love of my life. I can’ t wrap my own mind around how I’ m going to say goodbye to him, or any of you for that matter, but make no mistake, it will have to be said.”
She wiped her own tears and her voice softened.“ I told you earlier that I’ m afraid of dying. That’ s true, but I’ m not afraid of death. As much as I hate the thought of leaving
50 pieforseven. com | April 2013