You will always be in my heart...

October 22, 2013 around 12:00 pm, My stepmother, a woman that loved me as though I was her own flesh and blood, her son, shed her earthly bonds and moved into the next phase of existence. 

She the first time we met she accepted me as my fathers son. Later as her own. If there was anything I could have done, any part of me that I could have donated to help keep her her with us I would not have hesitated. She loved me. She knew what I was and was not. She made me a stronger, better man. 

She will be missed. She will always be loved and remembered. 

Trying Times...

It's hard to put this out in the open. It's personal but families around the world deal with death every day. 

 My stepmother, a survivor of cancer, is dieing. After multiple strokes, server complications with pneumonia and diabietes regulation, she and my father are fighting for her to stay with us a while longer. There's no telling how long she has left, the doctors give her less than six months. She's been a strong woman for as long as she has been in my life. She accepted me as one of her own without reservations. She has loved me as only a mother can. There is nothing I would do for her. It tears me up inside knowing that her time left with us is short or that if she has more time, she won't be the same woman. She'll be trapped inside a body that won't let her communicate or be active or take care of herself.

She a great woman, with a great man at her side day and night. He will fight to the end to keep her with him. I have always admired my father and this is one of the reasons why. He will do whatever he can for the people he loves. And this woman is all he wants and needs. 

I am not a praying man but each night, for them, I send a pray to whatever deities and ancestors that look over my family in the hopes that they send fortune and improved health their way.

Sleep well. I pray that we will have a better tomorrow together.