The early hours of May 15, 1984 - the day my beloved mother died. Two hours before, I had told her good night, I'd see her in the morning, and the last words were, "I love you."
I'll always be glad those were the last words she heard me say.
I've yet to lose a parent. I dread the day I do. I'm sure that was very hard for you.
I've had a few. I remember them all, but I don't know which is the saddest.
When don't I remember it?
The day i found out my dad made another daughter to another woman. That was also the day i changed into a different person.
Oh, yes. Thanks for the reminder.