... Do you ever stay strong because someone has to. Like, you want nothing more than to break down but you can't... I just said good-bye to my Mum Mum. She's been struggling with cancer for a while now. As long as I can remember. And every time, she's made it through. But this time, it's beating her... She's in pain. A lot... And as I sat next to her bed, holding her hand and stroking her arm, I fought back tears because she knows. She know that she probably won't be making it through the night. She knows that the cancer is winning. She told me that she doesn't want her last night to be like this and I had no clue what to say. What do you say to that? And so, I sat there, trying to get her mind off the pain. Make her think about something other than the fact that she won't make it. She said to me, "You know I love you, right?" And I told her that I do. Of course I do. And so I told her that I love her. I said, "You wanna know a secret? You're my hero. You're always so strong and you're always there for me when I need it." And she teared up even more than she already was. And when I had to leave, I said, "Goodbye. I love you," and kissed her forehead for what will probably be the last time. Because, yes, she is strong. She is a fighter. But she's also elderly. And she's been strong for so long, that she deserves a break. And I may not be Christian, but there is one thing I know. Wherever she goes, whatever comes after death, whatever is waiting for her on the other side, they'll be lucky to have her. Because if there's ever been an angel before me, it's her.