Have innumerable memories from our times and ordeal together. Had promised myself, will jot down every single thing we went through but just cannot get myself to do it. They are still as fresh, still as painful and it seems very unlikely that they will mellow down any time soon. These are just some of the moments that we, my mother, and I shared during those taxing times. They have always remained hidden deep within, but if sharing can heal...so be it! Six years and sill the ache is just as intense and memories just as clear. Still haven’t found a life that can be lived without you. Every morning first waking thoughts are of you, every night the tired mind thinks only of you. In every moment of gratitude, you are bowed to and in every pain, you are looked up to. The final year spent around you was the most painful yet so precious… Your chemo sessions were a breeze, the chemo months horrendous! Never again were two days alike…at times you were chirpy and gay and at others, you