For Mom

This is what I spoke at my Mother's funeral.

I've always wanted to speak to a crowd, not under these circumstances though If you know me real well you probably think I wrote a poem, but I skipped that for now, anyway, and wrote about my time with mom on her last day at home.

Wednesday I had the day off from work and spent it at home because I was battling a cold. In the morning my mom and I had coffee from my husband and I's Keurig. I'll admit it. I snuck her Tommy's Raspberry coffee. After coffee for most of the morning she either napped or played her favorite Sims video game, with breaks of thinking of more ideas, she was always one for this Sim is to boring, none of the traits I like to use. Or, the romances with her favorite men in the game weren't working out, that game was a soap opera to her and she loved it. Around noon she started to cough along with me and we both shared A little 9 pack of Halls.Every two hours as directed.I read a book for most of the day or was on my computer, but we were there together. She had asked to play Skip Bo on wednesday and I had thought she was not up to cards, so I said tomorrow mom, or, my next day off. Right now she's playing Skip Bo with my Pa and Lorraine at a card table in the clouds while Charlie sits by and watches. Around the time my Husband returned home from work, she was having problems with phlegm. I thought up the best idea ever I think, popsicles. My Mom and I had our seperate popsicles together in the living room, hers was orange mine was cherry. These were the kind of popsicles with jokes on the stick. My joke made my mom laugh and laugh ya wanna know what it was my joke was What's a bunny's favorite music? My mom said something like reggae but I said no Hip Hop and that was cute to the both of us. My Mom's stick had the lame joke something like Why didn't Emma want too go to South America? Because she heard it was Chile there. I know, kinda flat.

My Mom had told me you keep thinking because you're making me feel better. I was always her angel, and now she's mine.

I Have an Angel Now

My Mother has passed away as of 10/18/2012. At some point in the morning.

Her wake and funeral are on Wednesday. 9Am-11Am are public calling and viewing hours. Funeral service and burial are directly following.

Her obit is in Monday's paper. It is beautiful I have already proof read it. It's very well written.

If you would like to know what happened, well, I will tell you. My Mom caught a cold and she was really wheezing bad and had a cough on Wednesday, I was lucky, I got to spend the whole day with her because I had the day off. We suggested calling 9-1-1 on Wednesday night when she was not feeling relief from her cold. She didn't want to, so, we dropped the conversation. Thursday morning around 6:48AM she changed her mind. She got all dolled up for the ambulance, she brushed her hair, teeth, called 9-1-1 and she left the house around 8AM with a hug from my Grandmother and she said herself she'd need her prayers..she was not gone from this house a 1/2 hour. We got the call from Ellis Hospital that she had passed away. Her lungs had failed her in the ambulance and they had tried everything to get her started again. This is the story we believe and this is what we are sticking too to. I did not want an autopsy and it will not be done. My Mother wouldn't want that.

I would love to write more but it is to hard right now.

I know I was always her angel, now she's mine.