The day I lost my mother you were waiting for me. You took me in your arms and you held me and let me cry.
When things got too complicated between your son and me and we decided to take a break, you understood. Because you understood your son. You told me I would forever be your daughter in law.
When we decided to give our relationship another chance, you welcomed me back with open arms. Saying I was the best thing that ever happened to your son.
When we were told that your illness couldn't be treated, you weren't afraid for yourself. You were worried about me. You apologized for leaving me, after I had already lost my own mother.
Then the day came for you to say your goodbyes. When it was my turn to talk to you, you were already emotionally drained. I told you you were an amazing mother who raised incredible children. I told you you could close your eyes and sleep for a while. You took my hand, you told me you felt at ease with me and you drifted off for a while. You looked so peaceful. When we said goodbye I hugged you and told you not to worry, I would take care of your son. You said 'I know, you always have'.
When you said goodbye to your son, you made him promise to always treat me right and to stay by my side forever.
When they put you to sleep and your children had to leave the room because they couldn't stand the sight and handle the pain, I stayed with you, held your hand, stroke you arm until you took your last breath.
Now almost one year later, I broke my promise to you. I had to say goodbye to your son. And even though I know in my heart that you wouldn't blame me, because you know me and you know your son, I can't help feeling guilty.
I wish I could talk to you. I wish I could explain. I wish I could tell you just how much I miss your son, your family. But most of all I wish I could tell you how much I miss you.