One day a mother died.
And on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, the daughter was struck with
the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
No more hugs, no more lucky moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just tochat, No more 'just one minute'
Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away.
never to return before we can say good-bye, Say 'I Love You.'
So while we have it . . it's best we love it . . And care for it and fix it when it's broken and take good care of it when it's sick.