Love of a Mother

Ok so in the spirit of being honest............
I am missing my mother a lot right now. I talk to her as if she were sitting next to me but it is not the same. We use to talk for hours. I remember the last time she was in the hospital. I went and stayed with her one night. We must have stayed up half the night and it gave me hope that maybe she would pull through like she always had. I wish I had know at the time that it would be our last long conversation. I should have seen the warning signs when she was talking about my sister and how I needed to help her when she was gone. I always thought I knew how much she loved us but I never fully understood till she made the comment that the only reason she kept fighting for her life was us girls. My mom fought harder than I have ever seen anyone fight. She gave me courage even when I thought that there was no way I could go on with out her here in my everyday life. She never gave up on me and I am so grateful. I wonder from time to time what she would think of me now. When I go to her grave it reminds me that life is short and we never know how much time we are given. I want my life to mean something to someone like my mother's meant to so many people that she touched in life and death.