Two years ago, Macey and I spent nearly three weeks in Minnesota soaking up every last moment with my mom. When we arrived, my mom was bedridden but still had smiles, hugs and energy to read to my little girl who was eight months old at the time. As my mom declined, I would put Macey on the bed with her and pull up the hospice bed-railing. I needed my little girl to spend as much time with her grandma as possible.
Our Macey is such a fun + fiesty lady and what I wouldn't give to share her with my mom. I wish I could send my mom a video or Facetime her when Macey is singing and dancing to Barney. I wish I could hear her laugh at Macey's snarl face. I wish my mom could come to the pool with us and have a panic attack when Macey jumps with no fear into the deep end.
Above all, I wish my mom could hold me and Macey and tell us we are both her girls one last time.
It breaks my heart knowing this cutie will grow up without any memory of her Grandma T.