What Price A Mother?

Each day I watch her as her mind is taken. Its been so long since she knew me. But, I still know her.
I remember the treats she always found time to have baked up for me when I got home from school.
I remember her smile, her anger, her sound, her touch.
It seems that all through my life, when I was sick, scared, in trouble or in pain, it was her face that I needed to see. Her voice that I needed to hear.I loved my father with all my heart but it was mom that I needed most in times of fear, pain or grief.
I remember the lessons of life that she taught me, the battles she fought for me, the tears she cried for me.
I remember thinking that, she would always be there, just a call away, ready to hear my complaints and ready to take my side or set me straight.
She always seemed to know just what I needed to hear, not just what I wanted to hear.
I remember her voice, her smile, her frown.
I remember the day she quit laughing, she quit knowing.
I remember the day that I knew that I could no longer care for her in the way she needed to be cared for.
I remember the ride to the nursing home that day. I remember the pain, the sorrow, .............the guilt.
I remember trying to explain to her why I was leaving her. Why she could never return to her home, her kitchen, her table, her yard, ...........her life.
How could I explain to her that there would be no more family get togethers in her home for her? She would cook no more huge meals in her kitchen where all the family would gather and she would give so much love?
How could I tell her that although she was always able to save me, I was not strong enough to save her?
How could I explain to her that so very many of the people that she loved with all her heart would not be able now to find time for her?
I remember her face that day. That day that I first left her there with those strangers.
I remember the fear on her face.
I remember the grief in her eyes.
I remember the question in her heart..........why?
I remember crying.
I go and see her now, almost every day. Folks ask me, why do you make that sixty mile round trip each day when she does not even know you any more?
I always reply the same..............I still know her.
BigJohn
When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty.
Thomas Jefferson
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Hey Big John
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