emotionally, for the death of a loved one. The sadness,

anger, and comfort that fills the heart cannot be imagined.

It was within the last five minutes of my mothers life, that

I realized that I was not prepared. As I stood on the side

of the bed and watched her gasp for precious air, my

My first thoughts became those that were filled with

sadness. I felt deep sadness and regret, and wondered if my

mother ever knew how much I idolized her. Did I really ever

return the love and care that she gave me? My eyes saw

sadness when looking at the lifeless figure of wrinkled skin

that my mother had become. This by no means was the same

woman who used to wrestle with me and my brothers, and beat

us all. No way could it be the same strong woman, that used

to play tackle football with me when I was little.

I remember one time, when I was about 8 or 9 years old,

I came into the house crying. My mother asked me what was

wrong. I told her that my two older brothers were ganging

up on me in tackle football. She asked the usual mother

questions, and when she found out that they had ch

scrimmage, I hiked the ball to my mother and she went around

don't ever remember a time that my mother needed my father

football game. As she gasped for the last time, I bent down

and cringing in pain. Though she told them that she didn't

green letters, I took great pride and comfort knowing that I

over the course of a year, my mother who he was very

for backup or support, but my father was a different story.

the right end running over both my brothers. Not only did

hers, they knew that it was a whole new ballgame.

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