I lost my mother in January 2002. Her last 24 hours I was with her except for one hour. In that hour I left because I thought that she was finally stable. She had finally gotten a room in the hospital after being in the emergency room all night. I had stayed by her side the whole time praying every prayer I knew plus just praying for God to please heal her, but also to take her if it was His will. My mother opened her eyes only twice and the look of terror in them startled me. I had hope for… Continue