Wednesday, August 13, 2008
This time when I got home from Riverside, my mom was here to help me out. She helped with meals, making sure I had my medicine, and everything else in between. There's nothing like a mother's touch. And how soft and gentle she is. Every time she touched me, or stroked my hair (yeah, I still have a little left) I could feel her gentle touch. Funny, no matter how old you are, you still love the stroke of your mom's hands. She helped and made sure I always had fresh water and clean underwear. That's a mom for you! She has started her journey home, and I can't wait for her to come back and help out again.