gims, after Mom died, I felt guilty for the way I raised my voice at her one day when it was my turn to sit with her. She was very sick at the time and had an attitude which she took out on me because she could always be herself around me. I was in a mood and told her I didn't appreicate her taking it out on me. I also said that I knew she wouldn't talk to one of my sibs like she was talking to me, blah, blah, blah. (Looking back, that's what made our relatinship special.) Anyway, we shared many loving conversations after that, but I felt funny because I never raised my voice at Mom as an adult - though I certainly did as a teen. It haunted me.

After her death, I would visit the cemetery and journal. One day I journaled about that day and asked for her forgiveness, and she in turn asked for mine. I came to a place of peace knowing that we were both totally stressed at the time; Mom was dying, everyone was bending over backwards to do all we could, we were tired, spread too thin, and unsure of her future.

Hoping my story will shed some peace for your soul..