My hero raised four daughters on her own. She worked two shifts, in a Mexican Restaurant. She would get off at three, to make dinner, then go back at five. She wouldn't get home until three or later. My hero always, put her kids first, even after her kids were grown. No matter how many times, she was told, that it's time to put yourself first, she always said, that her kids were her life.My hero was and always will be beautiful on the inside and out. She was the most loving person, that I ever knew, or ever could know. My hero was always there for her kids, no matter, what she was going through. She lost her husband, a year and a half ago, and today is his birthday. My hero was and always will be my heart and soul. My hero is my mom. I went to bed at 11:00p.m. last night. The phone rang at 11;15. I knew something was wrong, with someone in my family. The last person I expected it to be was my mom. She was always so healthy. My husband, was on the phone with my sister. He came in the room, and told me he had bad news. They had rushed my mom to the hospital in an ambulance. She had been getting ready for bed, and she clutched her heart. On the way to the hospital, I was praying, like I had never prayed before, that my mom, would be ok. When we got to the hospital, my sister came out. By the look on her face, I knew, that my hero, my mom was gone. I couldn't believe it. She was heathy, vibrant and had a lot of energy. Somehow, she had a massive heart attack, even though as far as I know, she had no heart problems. After my sister passed, almost seven years ago, she would never say bye to me. She would say I'll talk to you later, anything, but bye. You don't have to reply. I just needed a place to talk about my mom. She passed on her husbands birthday. I love you more than anything in the world mom. RIP, until I am with you again.