Too Many Good byes~

Over the years I had to say many good byes to my Mom. 

I remember the first BIG good bye.  We had made the move to Arkansas and it was just going to be me and the family...no one else!  I had told everyone else good bye already and then came the big one, telling my Mom good bye!  That was hard...she was always there for me and now she was going to be over 2,000 miles away.  She couldn't just run over if I needed her.

Then came the good byes every time we came home for a visit.  It seemed like I always saved her for my last good bye.  She was always the hardest person to say it to.  I couldn't hardly get it out.  I always had the big lump in my throat and I knew that if I tried to talk I would start to cry!  It was always really quick...for both of us. 

Then when Mom was in the hospital and we were leaving for the night...those were hard also.  It was hard to leave her there.  It was hard to walk out of her room and not know what we were going to see the next day or how she was going to be feeling. 

Telling her good bye on her final day with us was very hard.  I know I have talked to you about this day and I will never forget it.  I can recall every moment of it like it was yesterday.  Walking out of her room after she passed away felt like I was missing something....like a part of me went with her.

But that wasn't the last good bye.......I still had to see her one more time, well I should say, I still got to see her one more time.  That wasn't easy.  Saying good bye to my Mom....the last time I got to see her face.  As hard as it was, I didn't want to leave...I couldn't leave!  I wanted to stay as long as I could.  It was so hard walking out that door...knowing that it was my last good bye.