-Anastasia- Sometimes waiting for death was much harder than a swift one. I lost my father in what felt like a blink of the eye, though I knew the case was much more complicated than that. However, I wasn’t sure which was easier—the waiting or the sudden goodbye. Nonetheless, it felt awful waiting to see how long my mom was going to be with me. With each minute, her chest took longer to rise, taking in air, and I held her hand tightly, waiting to see what might happen. I wanted to believe for a miracle. I was a daughter losing a mother after all, but the rational part of me also told me that there wasn’t going to be a miracle. Only the Goddess could bring her back to me. So I merely held on for as long as I could, knowing once she was dead, I had nothing to hold me back, and I wasn’t goin