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No words can describe the feelings you have, when you watch your parent die. No words can prepare you for how much you will miss them, or for how long before you stop hurting, just thinking about them. No words will ever bring them back. My Mom died of Cancer. She was valiant to the end. Ever increasing pain did not stop her from worrying about all her loved ones. She was the kindest, most positive person I have ever known. Life was not always kind to her, yet she rose above the obstacles and lived her life to the fullest possible. My Mom was my hero.
This picture was taken in July 1995 in a nursing home where my mom decided she would stay as not to be a burden to to her family. After one month, I found the words to convince her to come home with me, that I would gladly have carried her to the ends of the earth. I told her she had given up her whole life for her family and that this would be the one opportunity I would have to show her how much I loved her. She came home to us then.
This picture was taken in October of 1994 on their cruise up the New England Seaboard. I can never thank Ileana enough for living with us during my mom's illness. She helped make my mom's last days in this life more bearable.
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