Goodbye and See You Never
At the morgue, I stood over my mother's still face, tears pouring down like rain.
She raised me on her own, never once demanding anything of me, yet I could not even fulfill her dying wish.
When I found out my mother was terminally ill, I begged Monica Teller, the woman I had dated for six years, to get married so my mother could pass on knowing that I would not be alone.
I begged her for 27 days, but Monica always had an excuse.