Last night I held my mom’s hand as she passed away. In the chaos of trying to leave the hospital, I was left in the room with just Mom and my sleeping 7-month old. I did what most people would do and I reached for my phone. Somehow either my sister or Dad had taken it.

I sat down between my son and my mom’s body. I prayed. I thanked God for blessing me with both a wonderful mother and beautiful baby. I thanked God for giving my mom peace. In that moment there wasn’t much room for sadness because my heart was filled with so much love.