When I first knew that I was going back to Kingman, I knew there was something I had to do while I was there. These three ladies were the ladies that did mom's dialysis the whole time she was in the Kingman Hospital. They are Shelly, Judy and Irma. All three of these girls went above and beyond each time they came in contact with mom. They became our friends. Each one chose to come in and say goodbye to mom, and left in tears. They felt our pain and they honestly loved mom. I had to go back and thank them for caring, for being real, for being committed to their "job." I called up to the hospital when I knew I was coming into town, and immediately, Shelly knew who I was, and remembered mom. I made an appointment, when it was a good time for them to have a few minutes with us, and Judy even came up to the hospital to see us on her day off. Donna and I went, and even though it was hard, it was a blessing to see them again. Shelly said she hoped she could be like mom-someday, Judy talked about how mom reminded her of Gracie Allen, and Irma talked about how mom just oosed with the love of the Lord. Last year Jason was also working there. He was a "traveling" nurse and is now gone. Mom adored him, and he was so presious with her. Each of these played a special part in our story. They make me want to go the extra mile, to be the best I can and do more than is expected of me. They are our friends, and we will never forget their love and encouragement and care. Through this process, I realized that I won't ever forget mom, but I don't want other people to either. This visit proved that mom won't be forgotten, she touched their lives while she was here.
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