My life with mom was great. She was everything to me. We would play all day long and she would never coplain. On rainy days we would drive around downtown and talk about anything,since we lived in Arizona that wasnt often. I would cherish those days, they where always my favorite.

One dark night, of last year god decided to take her away from me. For a few months i was mad, depressed at everything, at the world.

My mother had been putting up a fight with lung cancer for a year. She never stopped fighting, but her poor self couldn't take it anymore. I still remember the night she died. We were watching the movie Titanic. The movie was halfway over when my mom said she was going to sleep. I knew she must had been tired so i just nooded my head.

I woke up the next morning and walked over to my moms room. Thats when i found her, she layed on her bed. I knew she was dead her body seemed cold, and she was starting to get a bit blue.