As I sped through the canopy of trees, it was almost as if I were seeking refuge from the inevitable, trying to escape what is to come. I quickened my pace, praying repeatedly-giving thanks and begging God for shelter from the promise of my motherвЂ™s death. It was a silent plea that she would not yet leave me motherless-not for a long time. I hung up the phone and began to run, the words please donвЂ™t leave me yet, Mom, racing through my mind as my legs propelled me forward. As the days stretch out, I know her time here is dwindling. I pressed the answer button with trepidation and after a quick greeting my dad said вЂњI thought IвЂ™d better call to let you know about your mom.вЂќ I inhaled, preparing my mind for the worst. This is it, I thought, fully expecting the worst. I was suddenly terrified and almost didnвЂ™t answer his call for fear of the news that was surely waiting to spill from the other end of the line. It meant, surely, that the phone call was about my mom.ДЄs I recognized the magnitude of the moment, the wind swirled around me and my body froze in panic. It was my dad, a man who has so little to say to me that simply receiving a phone call from him is a big deal.ДЄ phone call from him meant that for some reason my mom was unable to call. I had no intention of answering the call, but the number on caller ID caught my attention. I groaned, irritated by the interruption, pulling it out of my pocket to turn it off. The sound of my phone startled me as I started down a dirt path in search of momentary solitude.

Give off. please dont quit.