Losing my mother to cancer left a deep emptiness in my heart, one that nothing could quite fill. As the days passed, I found myself clinging to the memories of her strength and warmth, the way she always knew how to comfort me with just a look or a gentle touch. Even as her body weakened, her spirit remained unshaken, reminding me every day to live with resilience, love, and grace. The ache of her absence is constant, but I carry her lessons with me, knowing that she’s never truly gone. She’s woven into every part of who I am, and that connection keeps me going.