God have mercy on this fighting spirit. Draw her closer to you and comfort her during these last hours. My mom is a fighter, tough as nails, loyal to a fault, strong and so very determined. Please hold her hand and let her know it’s okay to go, that the fight can be won in heaven, not here. She’s so very ill, so labored, so pained. Her body is giving out, and if she were more aware, she’d be mad as hell. She hates weakness, she never wants to be seen as weak. This body of hers is now an enemy and she’s battling against it.

My mother’s body is nearly gone. The person she was has forever vanished. I thank God for giving her to me, to be her child. To learn to be tough, strong and courageous no matter what, to stand and fight for the just cause, to tackle adventures head on, to never look back with regret, to keep moving forward. My mom was not perfect, but she was perfect for me. Thank you God for this last year. I’ve never had a better friend.