It was in 1996 that I said my final farewell to my mom. It had been hard watching her the last couple of years, as she struggled to hold onto her drifting life. As I watched them lower the casket into the ground, I was glad to know that she was finally at peace. I also felt a guilty sense of relief that now I was free to move on with my life, but I knew I didn't want her to die, so I tried not to feel too guilty.