Few things in our lives will ever prepare us
             emotionally, for the death of a loved one. The sadness,
             anger, and comfort that fills the heart cannot be imagined.
             It was within the last five minutes of my mothers life, that
             I realized that I was not prepared. As I stood on the side
             of the bed and watched her gasp for precious air, my
             My first thoughts became those that were filled with
             sadness. I felt deep sadness and regret, and wondered if my
             mother ever knew how much I idolized her. Did I really ever
             return the love and care that she gave me? My eyes saw
             sadness when looking at the lifeless figure of wrinkled skin
             that my mother had become. This by no means was the same
             woman who used to wrestle with me and my brothers, and beat
             us all. No way could it be the same strong woman, that used
             to play tackle football with me when I was little.
             I remember one time, when I was about 8 or 9 years old,
             I came into the house crying. My mother asked me what was
             wrong. I told her that my two older brothers were ganging
             up on me in tackle football. She asked the usual mother
             questions, and when she found out that they had chosen the
             teams as them against me, I quickly had a new teammate. She
             grabbed my hand smiling and then we marched outside, with
             her striding like a defensive lineman going up to receive
             her most valuable trophy award. As soon as my brother's saw
             her come around the corner of the house, with my hand in
             hers, they knew that it was a whole new ballgame.
             Now my mother was no giant by any means. She was 5'1"
             tall and about 140 pounds, but on the first play of
             scrimmage, I hiked the ball to my mother and she went around
             the right end running over both my brothers. Not only did
             she run them both over, but then she even taunted them with
             the ball. Both my brothers got up holding variou
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