Sometimes....

Sometimes, a memory of her will just hit me and sometimes, I wish I could go back to that time.

Sometimes, I worry she is scared at night and feels alone.

Sometimes, I picture angels dancing over her while she sleeps and God singing over her while she dreams.

Sometimes, I wonder what she thinks about when she seems to drift away.

Sometimes, I feel alone in all of this as I make all the decisions, take care of all the issues and make all the visits.

Sometimes, I think I am going to miss our visits when she passes away.

And Sometimes, I cry because I miss her so.