My mother died from cancer three weeks ago. I held her face and stroked her hair as she passed away. I whispered to her the entire time, I told her that she'd done a great job, that she was loved and safe and that I hoped she had an easy journey. It's a transformative thing to watch someone you love take their last breath. Hardest thing I've ever done and I'm proud and honored that I was able to bear witness to her transition out of this life. Heartbroken and shattered, but also proud. Fuck cancer.