There is a sacred bond between a mother and her son which is so very special few will understand.
Faithful and true he is always at her side offering a sip of water or lovingly caressing her face.
He leans in close and whispers into her ear, words of endearment which is music to her soul.
Her wrinkled face and eyes are all a glow as she lovingly gazes upon this beloved son.
Day after day he is at her side for hours on end not wanting to leave her all alone.
Truly the heavens smile down and bless such a son for he truly understands Gods great command to
"honor thy mother."
Then comes the day he receives that dreaded call.
Noble and true he rushes to her side and with tears in his eyes lowers his face to hers and whispers his last goodbyes.
He is right at her side where he's always been, holding her hand as she closes her eyes and takes her final breath.
Precious few witness that extraordinary bond and those who do find it touches their soul to see such faithful devotion between a mother and her beloved son.