I woke up and something was different. My sister was here and I said OK. Today is going to be about nothing but love. We saged the house, she loved those long skinny Hispanic candles, so we lit them by her bed. We have K-love playing all day. All the family had made it to town by then. I went and picked up her best friend so she could visit with her. I gave her, her last dose of medicine, and she took her last breath. God gave me the strength and the ability to let mom to pass away at home, in her bed, surrounded by love and not alone. Rowdy cried 2 tears by her side. Even though she was being cremated, I was able to dress her up before they took her away.

At her funeral, we released doves. When we released those doves, all of the pain, all of the worry, all of the troubles disappeared as I raised my hands to heaven. The next morning, I woke up and I did it. I made it one day past mom. God gave me those eight months of taking care of her so I would be able to do everything for this foundation. The Happy, the Sad, the Good, the Bad and everything between.