This time last year I was back in my home town. I was not there to visit my friends or family but to be witness to something truly extraordinary. Having arrived two days earlier I had come to my hometown, where I had grown up, to witness my mother’s passing. Arriving on a Sunday I watched as my mother slipped into a coma, never to return. For four days I sat with my brothers and son to watch my mother passing from this life. On that Thursday my mother eventually passed. Sitting by her bed side holding her hand, I was witness to something truly extraordinary. Here was a wonderful, powerful woman, loving and caring to her family, about to leave the planet. I was witness to someone who I truly loved and adored, who gave birth to me, pass away. It was only fitting that as she watched me come into this world that I would watch her leave. There is not one day that I do not think of her. In moments of silence I can still hear her voice speaking to me. I know she will always be there, in my heart. I miss you mom. You will always remain close to me.