At 9:00am, my mom took her last breath in my living room. She died peacefully in the arms of family.
She fought long and hard, especially these last two years.
Over the past two years, we have lived in hospitals, emergency rooms, and cancer centers. This morning, she was tired and finally went home with God. She's at peace now.
I want to thank everyone for their love and prayers. Especially my husband and kids.
Nya and Cale were soldiers and full time caregivers as well. They lived the last two years of their life sacrificing with such an amazing attitude and I'm so proud of them.
All four of us spent many nights with our hands on mom praying. The kids have become amazing prayer warriors. Their strength, attitude, and belief in God make me so proud.
And of course Ricky, sharing in this experience with me every step of the way, never complaining and being the rock he is, made everything so much easier.
There were so many nights filled with tears, not knowing if mom would make it over the last two years.
Me and Ricky would sit in the closet and cry together, then pray together, then cry some more.
This process has taught me more than any other experience in my life. At times I had no strength, that's when God would show up and cover me with his presence.
I fell in love with the Holy Spirit at an even deeper level over the last two years.
I fell in love with my husband all over again.
And I gained a brand new respect for Nya and Cale who gave their life to their Grandma when Ricky and I had to work.
My mom loved her life and hung onto it to the very end.
She didn't want to leave, but she eventually let go and let God.
Be blessed,
Marquetta Breslin
