It's hard to find beauty in the hospital room your mother is dying in,
Until I look to memorize the beauty of her face, aged and tired it may be,
And to hear the love in her voice when she says the last time
Before she loses the ability to speak,
"I love you too, honey. I'll be waiting for you."
The beauty of my Mother's love surpasses all beauty today.
In not too long you will look back with sweetness on the precious moments you shared during your mom's passing. There will be grey days. Let them be. But the sun will shine again. Love you, dear friend!
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