I was with my mother in her final hours of her death

Late last night I did the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I said my final thoughts, prayers, and told my mother I loved her.

I'm not a super religious person, but I do pray. I stood over her, and put my hand on her shoulder, and prayed for my mother to be brave and prayed for her to have the strength & courage to seek her peace and calmness.

I shared with her that I knew she did the best she could for me & my siblings. I explained to her that she doesn't have to worry anymore because your children and husband are prepared and ready for her to be calm, painless, free from anything that hurts.

I told her I loved her. Kissed her on the cheek. Then, sat quietly and prayed silently with traditional Catholic prayers, as we're Catholic.

After I left her side, I continued prayers prayers for her peace, strength, courage, serenity into the morning. I wanted her not to in so much pain from the illness...she died 4 hours later.

The power of prayer & what it can do in times like this, is something I will never forget. I feel calm. I feel peace. I feel nothing but love, and I am fully embracing it because I am finally healing with her in my heart, and in my soul. I feel it...