Sadly I held my moms hand as she passed when I was 18. Her passing is still a huge void in my life and a very major reason why my faith is all but gone. We did have a very good relationship, very close. She was everything to me-classy, sassy, outspoken but also very kind. We had a relative dying of Aids back when it was a death sentence and the fear of it was greater. Even his own mom wouldnt go see him but my mother went weekly. She even had him stay in our home and when people said that they wouldn't come to our house because they might catch Aids she told them that was fine, they weren't welcome anyway
Scared of her dominance I think. She came from a different time and place as she was able to participate in Civil Rights marches and saw first hand some things that I thankfully will never have to face. But I also admired her absolute strength and love for her children. I know she fought long because she didn't want to leave us behind but she was so tired and in so much pain one of the last things I told her was that it's okay to go mommy and shortly after she gave up her fight. The world has been a little darker ever since but I have made peace with her passing and thoughts of her bring a smile to my face.
