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My mom passed away from cancer.
She spent her last days at my sister's house. I went there after work.
She was so frail and I'll never forget the smile on her face as I walked into her room.
We talked for hours and she said, "You look tired. You should go home."
She was literally dying and she was worried about me. I came back the next morning and she was already unconscious. I felt like someone just shot me. I knew at that moment that I'll never get to talk to my mom again.
She passed away the next day. I went home, opened up all my windows. I went outside the front door and just sat on the walkway until midnight with a blank stare on my face.
Nothing could be worse. I'd rather get captured by the cartels or ISIS. I would go all through that just to get my mom back.
She spent her last days at my sister's house. I went there after work.
She was so frail and I'll never forget the smile on her face as I walked into her room.
We talked for hours and she said, "You look tired. You should go home."
She was literally dying and she was worried about me. I came back the next morning and she was already unconscious. I felt like someone just shot me. I knew at that moment that I'll never get to talk to my mom again.
She passed away the next day. I went home, opened up all my windows. I went outside the front door and just sat on the walkway until midnight with a blank stare on my face.
Nothing could be worse. I'd rather get captured by the cartels or ISIS. I would go all through that just to get my mom back.