She died the day before she was supposed to come home from Memorial Sloan Kettering at night and it still haunts me to this day that we weren't there. Last words were over the phone and telling her I'd see her tomorrow when she got home. A week or so before she passed my now wife and I broke the news to her that she was going to be a grandma. It was my first child, I was 26 years old. I remember how excited she got and her eyes lit up, and she told me "now I have to get better!"
I don't believe theres anything after this life, and it's quite as simple as we just cease to exist like before we were born, but a piece of me wants to hope I'm wrong so I can see her again. I have a wife and 3 kids now, and I hope after our time here we can just continue and pick up where we left off, at your most perfect state of being, around all those we love. Just doesn't seem likely does it?