I was having a conversation with my mom on 2/1/10. She got up out of the chair to go to the restroom. I heard her praying but that wasn't uncommon. I started to go towards the restroom but something told me to go back and sit down. It was a few minutes later when I was on my way out the door to pick up my son from school and something said go in the restroom. That was the worst momment, the worst day, thing to happen in my life. I was an only child and my mother and I saw each other anywhere from 5-7 days a week. She didn't drive but made sure that my children never had to spend a momment alone. I can't begin to express the pain, sorrow, grief, emptiness, sadness. That was my best friend. My rock, my hero and despite that I may not have done everything the way she thought she loved me unconditionally. I think if I did not have children that I really would loose it. I am praying for strength and know it's going to take time but I can't feel it right now. I am glad to know that what I am feeling is normal but it still hurts so so bad and I can't stop crying.