Mama died of cancer, all of sudden, less than a month in the hospital, the economic situation did not help much, the drugs were depressing. The last conversations between her and me. "Not once I'm sitting on a flower" you immediately told her "I do not see the same thing as you" I make a somewhat rebellious grin and scream "I just wanted to see you graduate as a nurse" I only needed one year to get it. There is a lot to live mommy, "I look at me and with a nostalgic tone and courage" that's what you believe "embrace her as my greatest treasure, still is, and I said goodbye, I needed to rest, hour and a half to reach me House received the news of his death, only 8 months have passed since his departure to heaven. I thank God for the mother that I touch, and despite my young age, enjoy that time that he presents me with her. (Between his arms he dreams, in the cradle of his hands I wake up, I tend to close my eyes and imagine that he speaks to me and says that he lives in heaven and is very happy)
