I wanted to tell her a few things.  I wanted to ask her some important things I wished she could still recall as clearly as a few years ago...  But there was always something urgent I had to do. Something always had to be done. Her milk, her meds, her daily necessities....

There was always something that had to be done for her to have a life...

And all I ever wanted above everything else was for her to have the best quality of life she could possibly have at her age. Before one day she goes home to God.

And I miss her still. Her joys, her laugh, her embrace.  I wish she can (and I'd like to use 'can') hug me everyday.

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