Your story about losing someone you love reminded me of my mother. I lost her when I was barely 15 years old. Being a teenager at that time, I was a bit rebellious and a hard headed one. Looking back, I wish I could have been a better daughter. Now, I realized that my mother wanted only the best for me and that was the reason she had a lot of rules in the house, the do's and dont's, and etc. I am what I am now because of her and I would not hesitate to raise my future children the way my mother has raised me.

I have learned to accept that life is really like that and that death is inevitable. Though I am not planning of joining her soon, but sooner or later it will happen. And when that day comes, I will surely give her a power hug coupled with lots of hugs and kisses and a neverending stories to tell.