death was kind of wonderful when I look back. I had always been reserved around her because I was afraid of her criticism. After she had her stroke she couldn't talk anymore and so I started opening up to her. She didn't die for a few more years but I started talking to her a lot.
One day when she was in assisted living I decided to tell her all the good things I remembered about my childhood. Things like the vacations they took us on and the crafts my mom taught me. I remembered so many things and even though she could not talk she smiled; every time.
One thing I did not think of was to ask questions. Now I will think of something from the past and wish I could ask her more details. You can encourage your family to do that and it might be very nice.
It was an honor to take care of my mom in her last years. It certainly wasn't fun a lot but it left me with something special. Your loved ones will know that too.
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