A Fighter

Mostly I have a hard time understanding how a light like that could be extinguished. In the end it was really only cancer that could have done it; something so cruel and tireless. Old age would have been too feeble a cause and she simply would have gone on living and laughing forever. My mother was a force to be reckoned with, and cancer was the only foe stupid enough to take her on.

I like to believe that she left it panting and broken in its corner of the ring.