I'm 14 years old an I lost my mother last year on November 6th. She worked as a TV reporter and a phycologist. She died on November 6th 2019. I loved her the most in the entire world. I go to school every day and think about her. I go to sleep every night and dream about her. She was the most inspiring friendly women. She had loads of wonderful friends. I was with her during her last week of life and it was one of the hardest things I've ever gone through. Life isn't fair and I've thought many times since what's the point. I just feel lucky that I spent a lot of time with her before she died and I had a wonderful relationship with her. I really feel for the people who may have also lost a loved one to cancer. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in February 2019 the doctors found out too late. Thats all I wanted to say.