Imagining what her last moments would have been like, haunts me. Did she gasp for air? Did she realize that she was dying? Or, I can only hope that she just fell asleep. Imagining, that if I had been a better mother, would she still be alive?

I am different now to who I was before she left. I spend countless hours that could be spent showing love to my wonderful remaining family. Instead, I spend my time looking for her shadow, listening for her voice. Jumping when the phone rings, expecting it to be her, for I got handfuls of phone calls from her daily. Somewhen she was just two minutes away from home....