She never did return. Perhaps she forgot us. Perhaps she never remembered.
But the day on my death bed, I thought, no. She did remember us. She did, I felt it, I felt it all along. But she couldn’t return. She loved us too much. It would hurt for us to be with her again, and for her to leave once more. I could feel her presence on my death bed. Right next to me. I could feel her calling out to me. Telling me everything was going to be okay. Telling me, that she had returned. She had been here, and she kept her promise.
