Jack of Harts

I took the last pictures of Mom a year ago, Mother’s Day. She was doing bad. The cancer had come back, and she was getting worse. She fell three times over the weekend, and she was getting too weak to stay home. She needed to go to the hospital and we knew that. But we spent that one last weekend at home. She worked hard to get back onto the deck with her Mother’s Day flowers and we took the pictures. It was beautiful outside and the pictures amazing. And the next morning she walked out to the deck and ramp that allowed her to stay home all winter and spring, down to the car, and we went to the hospital. She never came home again, and this Mother’s Day I got her a tombstone. Talk about a gift I never wanted to give.