by Baby Boy
(Savannah Ga. USA)
My mother was my friend, counselor, comforter, and many other things in my life. One and a half weeks after she went into the hospital we found that she had terminal recurrent cancer and only had a short time to live. She called her children to her bedside and made her final request. Take care of one another. We felt the pain of loss from that moment. Three days later she was gone. Honestly I don't know what I'm feeling. I feel lost without her. I know I will see her again one day and know she would want me to hold steadfast to my faith. I have tried to be strong for my family but I feel there is a well of emotions stirring up in me waiting to burst fourth. I have helped others get through the lost of love ones but find myself stuck in time. I'm grateful that I tried my very best to make her proud while at the same time feeling it was insufficient for the gift she gave me. The gift of being a loving, caring, wonderful mother. The rest of my life I will look back at the day I truly lost one of the most important people in my life. My mother. I will love you forever and miss you from the bottom of my heart. Mommy. Your baby boy.