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  • Remembering when my mother would gently stroke my hair until I fall asleep.

    When I was sick. When I was heartbroken. When life gave me challenges.

    She would always sit by my side and sing while stroking me gently to sleep. As I grew older it slowly faded away. First the singing, then the motherly touch altogether. I felt I didn't need it anymore. Not from her anyways. There were some difficult times between her and I. Regardless, my love for her is constant, and always will be...endless.

    On Monday she suffered a hemorrhagic stroke.
    Seeing a strong woman so fragile forced uncontrollable tears. The burst you can no longer hold back. Now I give her loving gentle strokes through her hair, whispering "I love you" until she falls asleep. Watching her sleep, I realize my mother will not always be there for my endless love.

    The stroke strengthened our bond and love. This stroke was never welcomed but came knocking on our door to remind us. How little time we have. How fragile we all are. It reminded me the gentle strokes of love.
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