Ironically, to have endured and lived through pain and suffering is a welcome thing. It is a test of mettle, and it takes great strength to move on; to look for what can be taken and treasured from each experience. I would not wish it upon anyone.
A goodbye of sorts, though that will never be. I look for her presence in every nook and cranny of my life, I wonder what she would have done, and if she too, would have thought my child a precious gift.
There I was, a child. Leaning over my mother's bedside. It was four days until her death, but no-one was to know that at the time. I whispered in her ear.
'I love you Mum.'
'I love you too.'
These were her last words to me. The lasting words ...
It is a test of mettle.