Wednesday, March 7, 2012


There's nothing like the flash back of holding my OK mom's hand and talking to her while she lays in a hospital bed dying of cancer. That feeling of helplessness just comes back to me like a slap in the face every now and then.  I know that I am a strong person cause of all the things that happened those few days in the hospital with her.  Seems like all a BAD DREAM!

My dear friend Betty came to my office today having problems, like an panic attack. Anyway the end of the story is that an ambulance came to get her cause she passed out and I sat there in front of my job holding her hand and talking to her just like I did, mom.  Wow, there are all those feelings again.