Angie was your mother, she had you when she was only 15. Since day one she has made you her top priority, nothing came above you, not even her physical or mental health, which lead us to this exact problem.

Your mother was dying. Stage 4 breast cancer. The chemo wasn’t working and she was progressively getting worse. Your mother was dying and there was nothing you could do but be by her side and watch as she slowly slipped away.

As she watched you walk in her sick face lit up. “Hi, Baby.”