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Mom Will No Longer Have Any More Seizures In Heaven



There is  a history of Mom having temporal lobe seizures.
They are not fun to have and is debilitating to say the least.
Mom went through the earthly hell of having them more times than not.
Mom had twenty-four one Christmas Day.
It was something Mom had no control and didn't remember the  seizure afterwards.
Jesus took care of Mom through this time of having them for no harm came to herself but one time.
One had third degree burns upon her hand.
Skin had to be grafted to make the hand strong again.
It is sad that Mom had to go this alone but she did.
Mom would say things repeatedly that she didn't recollect.
Sometimes Mom would remember the time before going into the seizure.
I had to leave Mom one time for going to work with Mom in one.
I hated like everything to do it but I had a job I had to have.
Mom was able to get over it for I called Mom and found out about her.
Mom, I dearly love you, and am most proud of you.
You are the epitome of someone great; in my eyes and always will be.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-3-20)







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