I ran fast that day.
Tears streaming down my face, arms pumping as fast as they could at my side, hair blowing furiously in the beach wind. Did this just happen?
I made it to the end of the beach on March 26 and looked out into the Atlantic for a miracle.
I cradled my knees with my arms tightly because I needed a hug. I needed this not to be true.
Never had I cried like this before. The tears were just flowing like a water faucet, with no end in sight. I cried for my mom, I cried for everything she was about to go through, and I cried because when you hear cancer, you can only think of death.
I was not ready to lose my mom. She was MY rock, she was my best friend, but most importantly she was an amazing mom that I still needed.
As the tears continued to flow, I decided right then and there that there would be no more crying, unless it was here in this very spot on the beach.
My mom was going to need me more than ever. Unsure of what my siblings and father would do to help, I knew my mom was going to need ME to be her rock.
As I walked back to our house, and entered the door, I saw both my mom and dad staring at me.
With huge, puffy red eyes I said, ''It's going to be okay mom, I will take care of you, I promise."