My mother suffered so much the last 15 months, between painful chemo, to her platelettes giving her trouble all the time, to different painful procedures, losing her hair, having to have a colostomy, a bag on the side of her, always embarrased her, even when she was so sick, couldn't eat or drink anything towards the last few months of her life, cancer riddled her body, she never complained, never wanted sympathy, she was a fighter, but she lost her battle, in the hospice, she was only there for 4 days, she passed on February 24th, she knew all of us to the very end, I am at loss of words, an empty feeling inside, and the way she died I will never forget, all the suffering in the hospice, each transition in entering a new world, seeing her suffering, and couldn't do anything about it, couldn't help her or make it better in any way, this baffled me how God makes his plans for us, devasting torment she went through, I ask the question, why, there is sadness, lonliness, bitterness and confusion on why all of this happened to a remarkable person, I guess God only knows, we can never understand death fully but there is a reason we will never know until it is our turn,
Bless you mom, I love you and you will live inside me for the rest of my life.