"What else could be said of my mom that wasn't said already? She was an angel in human clothing. If she could give an arm or an leg to help someone, she would. When she couldn't help someone physically, she would in spirit. Now that her mission is done, she was taken back from where she came..."

That's a slightly rough spanish-2-english translation to what I said about mom in the last day I had to see her.

As some of you know, my mom died about a week ago. The exact date is unknown to me... I think it was on August 11 or 12. I was there with her when the doctor came to the room and told us her days were numbered. From that day forward, my mind started to prepare for the worst...

The day the doctor said that to us was because she had problems eating, her intestines to be precise. The operation may have been a "success" but sadly all it did was prolong her suffering... it may have bought us a few days with her but the cost was not worth it... Mom got worse from there on. Eventually, a clot of some sort formed in her intestines, and from there... I have never seen her in so much or cry out for help or relief before...

Mom's last day with us came about as a combination of her operation, the cancer that came/was in her from it, the chemotherapy we hoped would have helped her and the pain she had to suffer. When I saw her in the hospital bed I had no idea she had passed on... I thought she was sleeping... that's how peaceful she went.

I had to shed tears to write this... and my life will never be the same again... but I am for the most part OK... As I said before I prepared myself for this day long ago... but the feeling of waking up and me not being able to see her physically will linger for a long time...

If you read this far and were someone who showed support in my previous journal I THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEARTH. My mom's passing was not in vain... she brought together a lot of people... strangers and family members I didn't know I had.