6 Hours Ago Today, November 20, 2015, My Mom Passed Away In Front of Me

My mom was everything to me She was my every day, my every morning She was literally my life and I lived every single bit of it, in her world She was my inspiration and her smile, was a sun-shine in my face Every morning I would wake up and the first thing I ever thought about, was her She would see me come down the stairs and automatically wave her little hands “Good Morning, Bert!” she would squeak out, followed by a smile as big as the ocean In return, I would play with her cheeks, pinching both sides as I would often do While she, on the other hand would always try to get a bite off of them, just for fun of course It was our special ritual thing we do every morning, as if exchanging something more than words can say My mom was my greatest dream of all and I mean that in every sense of the word Because for a dreamer such I am, no dreams has ever come close to my undivided attention I am also a freewill-thinker but where it comes to my mom, there can only be just one choice I would choose her every time just because I am her son; it’s my duty to return the love, she has instilled in me For a long time now I found a great calling preparing and giving her daily meds and insulin shots To her I was her private doctor… To me, she was my princess, my queen and I would do just about everything I have learned a lot being with her 24/7, 7 days a week, like being more of the patient trying to solve my problem with patience Well, I mean it’s a work-in progress kind of thing but I truly feel that I’m a lot better compare from the old me Little by little, day by day, one day, it just occurred to me that I was becoming the person, I can consent to be For me helping her with her needs, she has helped me figured out my own path into the person I’ve always longed to be You see, often, I’ve cried out, in silence about trying to find my own purpose in a world, filled with mysteries and illusions And like I said earlier, every time, I would wake up and I would find her downstairs with her smile fixed directly at me If you can only feel things in my shoes, no other kind of happiness can ever feel so pure and complete, it contented my soul My mom loves to garden and because I love her and I wanted to make her happy, she made me fall in love with gardening I could not believe it at first but gardening became my Superman’s fortress of solitude, it’s like it’s a whole new different world She has given me so much of everything; I only wish that I had given her something even remotely significant, in comparison She didn’t just shaped me to be the person I am today; I became the person who would happily choose to be guided by her Because there’s nobody else in the world like her, no heart can ever be as pure and innocent and good as her heart is My mom was one of kind, a diamond if the rough, a jewel in the night and my sole treasurer of dreams I don’t know what I would do without her, I have not one clue what my mornings would be like without her smile I’m not even sure if I can ever get passed the darkness that I will be facing tomorrow; I only know one truth for now I love my mom… I love her more than the meaning of the word love; I love her transcendently from infinity and beyond