I lost my mother to breast cancer in march. She fought hard the first round and kicked its ***! Came back and cancer had spread to her liver, brain and breast a year later at a rapid speed. She opted out of more chemo and was sent home on hospice a few days later. She passed away and waited for her husband, kids and grandkids to all leave the room.
She was my rock, my backbone. We talked every morning when I got older. We didn’t have the best relationship growing up.
My second son was born on September 22nd. The same birthday as my mom. My wife said the next morning she woke up, she felt somebody sitting on the end of the bed watching over our newborn.
It’s tough and the pain never goes away.