The Battle of a Lifetime

Letting Go

The next morning i visited my mother . She was frail, pail, and losing hope herself. It took all of her strength just to simply say "I love you".
The next day, my mother died mid morning. I blamed it on god and was frustrated with him for taking my mother from me. Although there was one shred of hope that maybe my mother was up there with him. She always told me to be faithful to the lord.
However, at this time I didn't feel faithful to anything. Especially something that would take my mother from me. My mother, the most important person in my life that tried her hardest, even though she knew she would never be able too.

My mother, just taken away from me, never to be returned. Unless I restore my faith in the lord before I too, am judged in my later days.