My story begins with finding out in September of 2011 that my mother, my best friend had terminal lung cancer. I had 7 young children at the time with the oldest being 12 and the youngest being 1. I gladly and willingly became my mother's care taker and immediately moved her into my home to better care for her. Everyday for 8 months I made appointments, took her to chemo and sat with her and watched her fight for her life with all she had. She wasn't ready to give up and she fought as long as she could. She was a strong woman and I admire her. In April she began to decline fast, my daughters 9th birthday was a memorable one and not in a good way. It was a very stormy day, not raining but thundering and lightning, which my daughter was terrified of but this was also the day that my mother became totally nonresponsive and was taken to hospice. During the time my momma was in hospice I didn't sleep there was to much to take care of, imagine planning someone's funeral while their still with you. I tried to get her to drink some water because they said if she didn't drink then that meant she was near the end and I wasn't ready. I sang you are my sunshine to her, I know she heard me because a tear ran down her cheek. I read her favorite book, she read too my kids, ill love you forever, and told her how proud I was of her and how much I loved her. Hours later she was declining. I had my best friend bring my moms dog in to say goodbye, and I still have her she must be around 15 years old but still looks as healthy as she did 11 years ago. Friday the 12th I was sitting with my mom, my head on her tummy, and I got this feeling the time was coming. I left to go get my mom's mom, brother, sister, and sister in law to tell them it's time to say goodbye. I lend over my mother tears in my eyes heart aching and breaking into to many pieces to ever be whole again and told her it's time to let go that me and the kids will be ok not to worry about us and that I will forever love her. And I said I'll love you forever I'll like you for always As long as I'm living My mommy you'll be. I left the room because I didn't think I could be the when she left us but quickly decided I needed to be I grabbed her hand and with her family and myself sitting with her she shrugged 3 times let out a breathe and was gone. There my heart dropped and broke even more onto the floor of the hospice room. I sat there with her for 3 hours waiting for the funeral home to come and I watched as they took my mother, my best friend, the woman I held so dear and put her in a velvet blanket and wheeled her away to be cremated. I have kept her in my curio cabinet for 11 years this April and I would like to have her in a ring because I want her to be closer to me as I myself am going through a hard time with my own health and I can not afford to get one on my own. I am now a single mother with 4 kids still at home, my marriage feel apart after my mother passed because I was in a bad place for along time. I feel weird for doing this but it's that important to me that I'm putting my story out there and asking for help. Thank you for reading this

Born November 7, 1951

Death April 12, 2012

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