My scariest feeling was when I had just turned 14 and my mother did die from cancer. We knew it was happening. Chemo and radiation took all the life out of her and she lay in bed dying more and more every day. I was scared because I was only 14 and she was my shelter, ya know? But in a broader sense, it was good for both of us. She was dying and it was good to see her go. She passed peacefully in her sleep with her hands over her chest like she was praying. And it was good for me, because without that loss in my life, I wouldnt have grown up to look out for myself and become a man who takes care of themself. I got ink done when I turned 18 to remember it: