Holding my mothers hand while she slowly lost her grip on life was something I hoped I would never have to do. “You don’t have to stay here now, your a kid go out and let your hair down for a few hours” her voice sounded raw and broken. “I’ve told you already I won’t leave your side until….” I couldn’t finish my sentence, the thought of loosing her, a single tear rolled down my cheek. “Sweety its ok” my moms cracked voice seemed a little stronger, “I’m always gonna be there for you, when ever you need me”. I kissed her hand and a concession of tears began to flow from my eyes “mom I love you, at times it may not have seemed like it but….” again I choked on my words. She tried to sit up but didn’t have the strength “you need to be strong, we know your dad is too much of an oaf to look after himself” she let out a broken laugh and smiled. I stood up and lent over to give her a hug, I would give anything for this embrace to last forever. The machine made a noise I dreaded, I kissed her head.
“Night Mom”