Soapets,

I lost my Mom when I was only 19. She was 44 and died of lung cancer. I never got to say goodbye because she was taken out of the house at 2 a.m. in a coma. When I turned 44, I thought about her all day on my birthday, and wondered what she'd look like had she lived.

Before I moved to Michigan, I would go to the cemetery every Mother's Day and spend a couple of hours there. Oh well...life goes on!