I would like you all to know one of the best people in the world. Her name is Maria, and she finally lost her 3 year battle with lung cancer.

I had spent all night up, watching her. At about 2am it was too much, I fell asleep on my couch. I was awakened by my mother at 4:50am. She still lay there, but her breaths were few and labored. I told her I loved her, and that my kids loved her with all their little hearts. I stood by her bed side, as I heard her breathing become slower and slower, until finally the last one came out along with a tear from her left eye. Just like that, gone and with her went a part of all of us that loved her dearly.

Maria was a person with a big heart, always thought of others before herself. Took care of everyone like a mother. She had an infinite amount of patience and understanding. She was a woman with a lot to say, she had so many stories to tell and experiences to share.

I like to remember her the way my son described to me, "The bestest cloud in the sky, that is where Grandma is." I see her in my mind, smiling at me, her smile tells me: it will be okay.