Memories....

I have a young (37 yr old) online friend that I have been playing games with for over a year now.  It's been fairly casual but today she wanted to chat with me.  She has a  mother that is ill and she just wanted someone to listen to her fears.  Her mother has breathing problems and has to sleep with a special mask on that I am familiar with but won't go into how here.  Her mother is just 56 years old and it threw me back on my memory of my own mother at 56.  She got sick in July and was dead in September.  

Although we had hoped for better results of all the tests she went through, I know all of us 7 kids went through our own kinds of hell when she died on us.  She was too young and we were all becoming such good friends with her at that time.

As I listened (read) what she was saying, I realized that she was feeling the same kind of things I had when my mother was ... lets face it...she was dying.  My mother wasn't afraid of dying.  She was afraid of being kept alive on machines.  She told me her mother has the same fear and is not afraid of dying either.  It made the hair on my arms stand up when she was telling me.  

I actually started crying, partly for my loss and the loss of my siblings, and partly for her fears.  I tried to comfort her as much as I could.  Know what she found the most uplifting thing I told her?  I told her to always end her conversations with ANYONE she cared about with *I love you* or at least *Love you* so that you would always know, if it should happen to be the last conversation you ever have with them, that it was the last and most loving thing you could say to them.  She had never heard that nor thought of that.  She said I had lightened her heart.  That made me feel good, knowing I had done something positive but I still cried for a while afterward.  However, I think we all need a good cry, every once in a while, anyway.  LOL!  It's why we watch sad movies.  Afterward, our hearts are a bit lighter.

Chewlee is here and the Princess is finally in the hospital.  She tore into me for telling everyone that she had been in the hospital the other day due to cramping.  Since she didn't stay, she hadn't planned on telling anyone but me...I have a big mouth.  Oh?  Like we all aren't just waiting with bated breaths for this baby to come?  Sheesh!

Anyway, once she has delivered the baby and he is all cleaned up, she will call so I can bring Chewlee up to see her baby brother.  SHE has to see him before I am allowed, I was told.  I understand the reason why (since Chewlee really wanted a baby sister) and she has to feel like she is still an important part of their family.  Chewlee has plans for me and her AFTER we are done at the hospital since she now knows her mother has to stay in the hospital Monday and Tuesday nights so she won't go home until Wednesday.  She started telling me what we were going to do afterward and she made me laugh.  She wants us to make REAL strawberry milk with real strawberries.  She can be so strange sometimes.  I had offered to buy some strawberry milk for her but it wasn't what she wanted.  So, all it requires is the blender, some REAL strawberries, milk and a bit of sugar.  I would use honey but we are out of it, I think and I don't feel like walking all over the store to find it.  They keep moving so much of the stuff to different places.

Love you all.  Hope you have a great week and good weather ahead.  Looks like we are due for rain through Thursday.  I just hope it's not all day, each day.  ***Hugs***