There is so much I could say about my mom but none of it would be sufficient. She fought many battles, quietly, through the years but one thing that remained was always her love and desire to protect me. She kept that strength and desire to through all my years, even as we spent time this last week. She was worried about me as I worried about her. Our last conversation, on Wednesday, was about the weather, Mr. Joe's and my love for her -- she asked about Glade, she asked about Khalil. She wanted to know if it was still raining. I kissed her forehead and she gave me a big kiss on the cheek, telling me she loved me. I told her I loved her much much and said 'I will see you tomorrow if that's all right' and she nodded with a smile on her face. I don't know if she knew me yesterday, but we'll see each other tomorrow in heaven, as God wills.