I lost my mom - at 1h30am on the 3rd September.
One year ago I held my moms hand as God took her home.
I remember that night as clear as day. Standing by her hospital bed, watching her struggle to live.
Not one day has gone by that I havent thought of her in her final moments.
Or thought of her laugh. Or thought of her cooking. Or her voice.
This last year has been the toughest of my life - ever and it sounds crazy but I feel I had her strength to get through it.
Mom I miss you as much today as I did then and the pain is still as real.
Keep smiling down on me mom - I hope I'm making you proud.