My Mom loves me

From: stacey rakow (rakow2@ix.netcom.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Home
Source: Form Submission

My mom passed away on April 22, 1991. I was the last person she had spoken with, before she died. I didn't have a great life, but I had, what I had. I was very angry with my mother. I hated her, for the most part. She got in a car accident in 1989, that claimed her life. I had a hard time for the cruicle moments. I would not go to see my mother die. I could not feel bad, nor I felt no pleasure. Thank God, she survived through the night, because I would never forgive myself for not seeing her, if she didn't. My mom suffered more than anyone I have ever heard. She punctured her aorta in her heart and broke 7 ribs, broke both legs, ankles, knees, and had her beautiful face smashed through the windshield.

She lived, thank God. We had her for almost 2 years after the accident, and the doctors said that she would not be able to walk, see correctly, function as an "able" person. My mom blew these people out of the water!! I was there when she died April 22, 1991. She walked, talked, and did everything, plus, she added in being the "Mom" I always hoped for. I knew that she slept for hours on end, and I always checked on her.

She passed on April 22, and I was home, but I didn't know she was dead. She slept all the time after the accident. I had to be the strong one at the funeral. My brother and my step-dad were a mess.

My mom told me many things on the Saturday, before she died. I confronted her about all of my pain, just because she was actually listening to me! Well, she gave me an earful. Needless to say, my mom is a woman with soooo much. I learned this too late. She has a daughter with the same.

She came to me in a dream 1 week after her death. I did not cry at the funeral because my brother and step-father couldn't take it. I had to be strong, like my mom was. But, being strong for them, took away my grievence. All I wanted to do, is HUG my mom. I had the most beautiful dream of my life. My mom came to me, and she looked SO pretty, and healthy! I asked her why she was "here" (in my dream), and she or I mentioned the last "hug". I hugged her soooo HARD in my dream that I asked her, "Did I hurt you"? and she said, "I don't hurt anymore".

I woke up crying because there is something out there, that can let things like this happen. I miss my mom. I did not imagine this dream. She came to me the night before she died, and when she left.

She made sure that I had that Hug.

Thanks for sticking this story out. There is only one Mom. Everyone has one. Call her, tell her you love her.