When I was thirteen my mother passed away from her long battle of cancer and MS. My mother and I were very close like best friend close. After she died it was like a weight was lifted from my shoulders, I knew she was at peace. Although I still am always needing a mother.
When I was younger we had always talked about death and how we felt about it. We had talked and agreed that whoever died first would come back to give the other a sign that they were okay. Two days after my mother died I was lying in her bed; I slept there for weeks holding on to her scent. I had many pictures of her and my family laid out. I looked at all of the pictures trying to go back in my mind and play out the years past with my mother. I felt as if I was cuddling with someone. I could feel my mother's warmth and comfort, the kind of comfort only a mother can give you the feeling of protection and love. I was so comfortable I feel asleep like this.
The next morning I woke up with the blankets on me and the pillows fluffed and placed the way she placed them for me. The sun was shining through the window I knew it was a beautiful day. I felt as if I was a five year old on Christmas morning. At that moment I knew that she was with me and that she was at peace.
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emily17❤