Mommy A month... A month ago, I was sitting next to your bedside, watchinig you struggle to survive. I sat there and held your hand while just looking at you and seeing such an incredibly strong woman. I thought about all the things you taught me, all the laughs we had. All the tears. All the fun. Then, I looked at you, and I prayed with every thing in me that I could possibly gather, I prayed that you wouldn't have to suffer any more. I prayed that if I or Daddy or God couldn't bring you back to how you used to be before this all happened, then to show you a better pain- free life. That was the most heart-breaking thing I'd ever have to pray for. It hurt so much know that was what he felt was best for you. But it is what it is now. I love you so much, mommy... and I love you, with every single piece of me. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, always...