. Our mother found her way last night... We told her we were fine and she could move on... We told her we loved her... We told her we loved her and she could move on... She found her way last night... She was a proud women... She was a proud women stuck in a disease... Stuck in a disease that took her away... The sadness is real... The relief is real... The sadness and relief are real... They are real in ways that are hard to express... She has found her way home... We will miss her... She found her way only after she understood... She understood we were all ok... She understood we loved her and we were fine... She moved on last night... She can finally Rest In Piece... Our dear mother... Our Mom... Dorothy... Dot, to her friends... Mommy... ...Can rest at last... We will love and miss you... ...Always...
Brian Hill - Mar-21-2019
My mother was a wonderful woman and mother. She was got up in Alzheimerβs mixed in with horrible arthritis and dementia.. Terrible to watch you mother go through this. This poem is my feeling after she found her way home.