My Mother I have idolized since I can't remember when, just always have. She can be the hardest person and she can be the easiest person, she a perfect blend of the two. She's my buddy. She always has been and always will be. I watched her and helped her through my Father's illness. When he passed away, he took a piece of her with him. She's a survivor, she's strong of will and heart. I am so very blessed to have her as my Mother. Recently, my Mom underwent a total knee replacement. Today I sat with her to learn her physical therapy regiment so that I can help her heal. She chose me as her coach. Out of her four children, she chose her baby to help her with this. I am honored and as with my new life style, eating habits and fitness regiment I have instilled within myself I try to help her. I sat with her listening and watching everything, particularly her face and her wincing through all of her horrific pain. But I am not allowed to help her, just sit there and be moral support. As I am typing this, the tears come fast and furious. I do not want to see my Mother in pain, just like my Dad and just like when I had fallen from my bicycle she felt my pain. I never realized how hard this will truly be but I can't let her down and I will not! She is a survivor and she will rise above this pain and it will get easier. I will be standing there right beside her.... always.