[Xavier]

My mother died one year ago, from cancer, we all believed she would win against it until the last 3 weeks. It went incredibly fast, we realy could see her situation going much worse in little time. I didn't see her dead, only the morning, my little sister came into my room, told me an "this night at ..." and began to cry. At least we had the opportunity to tell her one last time we loved her and wish her goodbye, even if I'm not sure she still understood what we were saying or even knew we where there.

It was pretty hard and still is because we are such an united family and we had to fill the empty place that was left. Sometimes I can't believe she's realy gone and have tendances to deny it, but I know she realy left.