My mother cherished the time she spent with family.
We all tried to visit her as often as we could.
Here we were, celebrating one of her
milestone birthdays at her Assisted Living Facilities.
Remember, I had gotten the call seven years ago,
before 7am on January 28th.
Because she was a high-risk patient,
she was being transferred to the hospital in Grand Forks.
We made arrangements so we could travel and meet her there.
Typical for the Dakotas, the temperatures were frigid.
She had surgery, however, suffered a stroke, and spent
the next week in the hospital before passing away on February 7th.
Being an organized person, she had written her own obituary.
When I opened that box of her important documents,
I found all of her funeral arrangements,
along with this poem.
Mom, I think of you often. I miss talking to you every day.
Especially today, the day you flew with the angels
to your heavenly home.
Take care,
~Natalie
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