It was painful for me, it always was. Never was there anyone more gentle. Never was there a person more compassionate or considerate than her. The pain was intolerable. I would crawl because of it. It had me begging for mercy. It had been so from the beginning, and it went on like this for years.

And she would minister to me every single time. She would get up in the middle of the night to take care of me. She would make her special tea, and just nurse me. Her hands were gentle, and her words kind, and wise. The way she showed her love was in the way she took care of us. And that she did.

Month after month, year after year she never changed. Always praying for our well being, always making sure we had enough, always keeping us on the straight, and narrow. Directing our path, dignified, and stoic she was. She never ever complained, rather she gave more of herself. She loved us both, and we loved her in return.

She was our protector, both her, and Daddy both. I could not have asked for better parents. I miss them, and love them so very very much.