I got to spend yesterday with my daughter. This is the thought that kept coming back to me yesterday -- I am here, with Margot. What a gift.
It was a happy day. Adam brought us to a great little Chinese restaurant he found that has a special Chinese menu if you ask for it. Oh, the pork buns! We took naps, biked to the French Quarter, and took the ferry across the river just for the sake of the ride. Before bed we watched the end of Annie, and danced together to "I Don't Need Anything but You."
I carried my friend Amy with me all day. I miss her all the time, especially during the happy times, knowing how good she always was at soaking up the joys life has to offer. On a good day, I can always feel how happy she would have been to be there too.
Today I came across this website that's a resource for moms who have terminal illness, who know they will be leaving their children behind. I wish this had existed when Amy was sick. I wish, too, that I had thought to say what the site's founder says in her essay:
If you are the mom, and you are dying, there is just no handbook...One thing I learned: the relationship remains, and no matter what happens next, the mother is always the Mom.
Happy Mother's Day, Amy. What a wonderful mom you are.