When I looked at my mom I didn't see what her cancer had done to her, I saw a beautiful woman that had the smoothest skin I have ever touched, I saw her salt and pepper hair laying softly against the pillow. When those few times when she was able to talk, my heart melt when she whisperes 'I love you' and I got goosebumps when she smiled. I loved it when she taped her foot when I played her favorite music. It's the little things that keeps me strong, that reminds me why I loved her, why I loved being with her.  She knew that I would be able to do what she needs to keep her comfortable. Because she taught me when you love someone so much you forget about your needs and tend to the person that is depending on you. And I'm thankful that I could do that for her. I'm thankful that I got to spend all my time with her and watch her transition into the next life. I'm thankful that she has made me strong enough to tell her that it's was okay to go be with the angels and to not be afraid when God took her hand and lead her to another life where there is no pain, to a place where she will reunite with her dad. I told her that I will always love her, that I'll always miss her, and I know that she will always be there when I need to talk to her.

And that is how I got my strength to do what I did.....because she's my everything.

R.I.P mom. I'll make you proud.