The Glass is Already Broken

My mother had passed a few days before my birthday. Everyday I would go to the rehab center and wash my mother's face and brush her hair. I would whisper to her that she looked beautiful! I found myself praying to God each night to spare my mother anymore pain to release her. My father was overcome with grief but, knew he had to carry on without her. Sadly, nine weeks after my mother passed my father passed. I was numb. I found myself thinking had I have known I had so little time with him I would spent every moment with him. I miss my parents terribly. But, I realize they were meant to be with one another in life and in death.