Thank You for Being With Me

I was knelt by the side of Ella's bed, tucking her in, she was four.

"Thank you for being with me," she said.

I still remember that moment.

I always feel close to my Mom when I am with Ella. After she died I kept hearing "you were so much closer to your Mom than I am to mine." I thought  those were strange words to hear. The last 12 years of my Mom's life she could not speak and I lived in California.

Up to her stroke we had talked almost everyday. Apparently we racked up some serious phone bills and I am glad we did.

Thank you for being with me.

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