So there it is I have said it out loud, our mom is dying. We have all been to visit and those to far away to get home have called and now we wait and cry and wait and cry...........

So let's remember her laughter and joy at her grand kids and great grand kids and ice cream and waffles and cats and whole milk and lotto tickets where I would send a great grand kid with her at the end of her shopping days while I checked out the grocery's  and they would help her put her money in and buy so many scratch-er tickets which she would hide from my sister thinking sis would yell at her for spending money but it was a game between them that we were just watchers in not participants.

. The moves silent in the night at first and then when we are all gone going where she wants seeing what she wants but always within reach of her children.

The family get togethers where the oranges had to be non-whited and we would sit and make sure all the pith was off and the oranges were perfect before going into the fruit salad with cherries there MUST be cherries lots of them and the juice don't forget the juice and it was usually a job for  her and the grandchildren as she taught them how to get all the white crap off the oranges.

Mom always strong so freakin strong and independent taught her girls the same while teaching her boys to love and be kind and everyone always saying how funny she is and how much they love her and how strong she is and did she raise us with an iron fist oh hell yes!

Whippings were common, food was scarce, love was abundant although as we grew we realized people hug and touch in life and although we were loved we had to learn to hug and we realized how she was raised she tried to do better by us but times were always hard and she always worked and  she tried oh Lord how she tried and it has gone by so fast it seems.

The day she came to me to see her first grand baby grandson and I still remember the look on her face and how she bathed him and took care of him and the love man the love...........

The twins birth and the sickness of Toddy and the sorrow on her face and hushed voices and then the love for his sister and all the grand kids and great grand kids to come each one special in their own way and the step kids and  love and love and love.

My sister Suzie is staying with her at the home sleeping there until the end we can't make her not so we accept this is her last gift to our mother and we love her all the more for it and I must stop now and I am sure my sis will be along in a week or two and tell our mom's story from the start as she is better at all that than I. I just wanted to remember the good as I wait for the end.