My Ethel, aka PeeWee,
I want to especially say 'Thank You' for everything. Yes, I did this when you were here with us but wanted to say it somewhere it will remain forever. You helped me more than I think you even realized. It was more than just physically doing things to help take care of mom. It was the times we spent talking. I miss those so very much. No one knows this but you were my rock. You kept me strong even when I didn't think I could go any further, you had shown me, I was wrong. I think of you and mom every single day of my life. She loved you so very much and it was that, in which I became to know and feel.
I thought I would be able to handle the loss of mom because I had you, but I learned very quickly, as I already knew, we are never promised tomorrow. I lost my rock, my strong hold.
What makes this worthwhile is knowing you are with mom now. Neither one of you are suffering. RIP my rock....RIP.