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              I remember the day my mother past away. It seems like thats one vivid image I cant erase. I didnt understand back then what she was really going through. Had I known all she wanted was my concern I wouldve given just that.

              February 23, 1998 ended with members from church coming to pray over her. I believe for that week she was responsive to much. I remember during the time when she was still able to talk she called me one of her sisters name. Of course it hurt because at that moment I believe she no longer knew I was her daughter. As Im sitting here writing I wish I wouldve sat in the room with her even if it was doing nothing but talking.

            By the end of the night, we all retired to our rooms. I remember going to sleep later than normal. What felt like a dream became a reality. I laid slumber and in my dream the clock said 12:23am.I saw my mothers spirit enter my room and kiss me goodbye,then went into my brother room and did the same. I really couldnt see the death angel face but she went with him. And then I was awaken to my brother telling me mother had past.

             I look at the clock and saw that it was 12:45am. My aunts came over and we sat in the kitchen while the coroners came to pick up my mothers body. It still didnt make sense. Within a few hours I would be going to school to take 8th grade pictures. Sleep failed me the rest of the night. I went to school on an empty stomach crying and still confuse. Successfully pictures came out great and went with family to prepare funeral arrangements.

            I wish I could elaborate more but my emotions are taking over.......