The air was cold and my lips were dry, so were my eyes despite the fact I could lose my mother at any time of the day.

I could feel nothing, but even so, I could feel the emptiness and nothingness completely. I would find myself staring at the corner of the room, my mind trying to distract itself from the inevitable outcome that will destroy me.

My mom always hated loud music, unless if they were Christian songs. She was very devoted and faithful to Christ despite everything she's been through. But, today, she didn't hate the loud music echoing around the hospital room blasting out of my phone.

I knew. I knew it was her way of saying goodbye. Once words cannot be said, actions are done. Mom, there are a lot of things I want to say to you and hear from you. Please, just for a little longer, hold me and fill me with your warmth.

I'm not ready. I don't think I'll ever be. Please, I can't lose you.

Then, she said she was tired and wanted to sleep, I...