About 3 years ago, I lost one of my best friends to cancer & she was only 46. We both knew that the prognosis was bad, but when they gave her 3 months to live, she only got 3 days. I was the last person to speak with her before she lapsed into a coma. Since then, I've struggled w/the guilt that during that last conversation, she shared concerns about her daughters & husbands futures. I feel now that she was asking me to be a friend and mentor to them & I feel as though I've failed miserably. All of her concerns became reality...2 of 3 daughters in trouble...husband quickly remarrying & now unhappy...just hurt all around. But what I try to remember is that whether we're here on this earth, or have passed on to another life, we're all imperfect. Continue to love your mother and try to concentrate on all of the good and loving times that you shared. The bad doesn't cancel out the good nor does it cancel out the gift of having time together...even if it was too short.
((((((((to you))))))))