Life

To see her smile again would be a gift. To hear her voice again would heal my heart. All I need is but a moment for her to wake so I can tell her that I love her and that I will miss her.

Just a moment. Just one minute so that I can hold her in my arms. My heart is broken in ways I can't explain. It's broken in ways that only happened once before. It's one thing to lose Dad but MOM I refuse to lose. I can't lose her. Not yet. There is so much I have to say.

So much I have to say sorry for. I hated that I was such a bad son to her growing up. I took her to a concert. It was salsa and she had her dancing shoes on. I didn't get up and dance with her. I was a little shy which normally doesn't happen to me.

If she comes back to me, I will take her dancing. I will see her everyday without letting a day go by where I don't see her or talk to her. Mom.....

I wasn't sure

Where else to put this. I realized that this area is more or less an escape. This area is a place where I can pour out my heart and cry. Truth is...My mother is dying. She suffered two stokes and a heart attack. She's in the hospital in critical condition.

The Doctors have said that what happened to her is fatal. Right now at this moment. The only place I felt comfort is work so I came to work. The only place I felt I needed to pour my heart out is here.

I love you so much mom.