For the first time in three months when I said, "I love you," to my mom tonight she saw me. She saw ME. It was so different than any other time - like God was in the room and gave her a "window" Himself. As I cried, I pressed my cheek against her's and heard her sigh the kind of sorrowful sigh only a Mother can when she knows her child is pained. I want her back. I want her for more than ten seconds. I don't know what I'm going to do when she's gone.