First post, First step on the way to picking up the pieces.

"You never know how strong you are until that is your only option."

     This quote has been my mantra for the last few months. I tragically lost my loving mother in April after her unsuccessful but trying fight against her asthma. She lead a life of positivity and nothing but goodness. She gave everything she had to everyone she loved. She never held back for anything. My mother was one of a few people who would think twice about someone else before thinking once about herself. As I type this, I do it with a smile. As much as the pain of missing her is stabbing me repeatedly and painfully in my heart, I am twice as proud to be able to call this hero my Mom.
     Death is such a terrible thing to have to deal with, especially when it is someone you love unconditionally. I have been trying to keep my faith high and trust in God for his decision to bring his angel home so early. Before my mom's passing, I never really felt the heartbreak of losing a loved one. Now, my heart breaks for everyone who lost someone. I commend each of those people for their courageous ways to be able to move on with their lives.
     I know this pain will never go away, but I hope that one day it will be somewhat bearable. I miss you so much mom, more than you will ever know. I hope you're flying high with the best of the best of angels. Actually, I know so. We were lucky to have you in our lives for this long, and everyone in heaven is ten times as lucky to have you know. Love you Mom.