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."<br />
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?
Oh, yes. Thanks for the reminder.