I vividly recall my mommy slipping away. Yes, I said "mommy" for the little girl in me will always miss her deeply. Mid-morning October 10th her body could fight the cancer no more. As I reflect on that moment in time, I remember feeling alone but more importantly, helpless. It didn't matter how may people or loved ones shared a kind word, they could never understand the gut wrenching pain I felt knowing I could do nothing to save my mother's life. She was dying and I had no choice but to muster the strength to live life without her.
In retrospect, the flood of emotions was all across the spectrum, from sadness to anger to even guilt. Questions swarmed, could I have done more? What could I have done differently? Is there anyone out there who understands? I wished I didn't feel so alone. We sometimes forget how much of an emotional responsibility it is and often feel guilty for needing a break. The Tita Project was born out of a dire need for those families and individuals who care for their loved ones in need to feel like they are not on this journey alone.