Soapets and Fox Gal,

My Mom was diagnosed in January of 1973 after noticing a lump on her back. She went through chemotherapy and radiation, and lost the sight in her left eye. My Dad, who was 46 at the time, was her main caregiver. He learned how to give her shots of morphine, bathed her, did basically EVERYTHING for her. She died on October 10, 1973 (my Dad's birthday). 2 months later my grandfather (Mom's Dad who had been living with us) died from burns sustained in our house fire.

Every year from August 16th (the day my Dad died alone in his apartment in 1997, never got to say goodbye to him either) until December 18th, I go through a real funk. It happens, and no amount of anti-depressant will get rid of it.

But again, life does go on. I try to be as happy as I can be.

I know that down the road, I will be reunited with ALL my loved ones and the missed goodbyes won't matter anymore!

Group hug you guys!!! (((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))))