This time last year I was home.
This time last year I was laying with my mother in her bed watching TV.
This time last year I was holding her hand, kissing her face, giving her hugs.
This time last year I was praying for a miracle, hoping for one.
This time last year there were hospice papers on our table and people coming in and out of our house.
This time last year I had to say goodbye.
But now the pain is gone, and my mother can fly.
With Love,
Lex Paige
