I lost my beautiful mother Dec 9, 2011 to breast cancer. She was in a hospice house and wanted nothing more than to go home to die. Thankfully we were able to make that happen. My sister and i cared for her around the clock for the last 3 days of her life on this earth and it was an honor for me to be able to do this. She brought me into this world and loved me, i held her hand and loved her as she left it. The pain of her loss sometimes more than i think i can bear. As the endcame Mom seemed to age 20 years.she was almost 76 but looked much older at the end. One of the things that is really tearing me up is i can only see her face in my mind as she looked at the end and can't picture her when she was happy and healthy. I am afraid it will as be this way. Has anyone else experienced this?
