Having a parent who’s also your caregiver can be extremely convenient but also very difficult at times, my mom is my best friend, my hero, my Uber driver, my protector, my agent and someone who I trust and feel I can talk to about anything, well almost anything lol, people don’t understand, she’s the definition of mom of the year and what a good mom should be, she was there through all my very intense health problems and surgeries, she was the one that sat there in the hospital waiting room for 4-8 hours just for a doctor to come out and tell her if I lived or died, she took me to physical therapy in Puyallup and doctors appointments in Seattle, she chased my ass around downtown Puyallup when I was drunk in the bars trying to fight everyone, she took me to Vegas for my 30th Birthday and even let me have the room for a few hours to do some rated R activities while she went and saw a concert, she really is my best friend, sadly, nothing lasts forever, she’s getting older now, I see it more and more everyday, I’m seeing changes in her that I’ve never seen before, she forgets things, she doesn’t really wanna leave the house very much anymore, we argue a little more than we use to, I find myself getting frustrated with her more, I don’t mean to but I do, I know she’s getting tired, I see it, it scares me, sometimes at night I cry in fear of losing her and than I fall asleep and have a dream of me sitting in the hospital hallway, alone with the lights dimmed because it’s late, than the doctor comes out in his sweaty scrubs and looks at me while taking off his cap and says: I’m so sorry, she didn’t make it, I know eventually that day might come, I want her to know how much I love and appreciate her and everything she’s done even tho I don’t always show it