The little Things

I lost my Mother on August 26, 2020.

And I remember her telling me about two weeks before she passed that she didn’t want to die alone, and she made me promise that when it was her time to go I would be right there. And I just looked at her and laughed and said ” you have a lot of time before that happens.” but I still promised.

But what I and my little sister didn’t know was that she was sick( not with COVID) she was only 47.

It wasn’t her death that broke me.

It was because I didn’t get to say goodbye. it was because I wasn’t there.

I wasn’t there to hold her hand.

I wasn’t there to comfort her.

I wasn’t there and I broke my promise.