By: Kim Adams

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The strange thing is I do not remember seeing her.
I saw the room, the bed, the others there with her, and
a glaring white light, but not her.

I do not think that this was the light that the dying see.
I do not believe that.
I do think that it was my minds way of shutting out the sigh
of her dying, so that I could remember her as she was.

There are so many things I wish I could have done....
  things I wished I said.

Most of all My heart wishes....

.... she was there to see me graduate high school.
.... she was there to see me graduate from college.
.... she could see how well my father has done.
.... that I could have told her one last time, that I loved her.
.... that her dying had not destroyed a part of this family.
.... that the love between her sons didn't die with her.
.... that she was here.