Every year, like clockwork, Facebook memories remind me of this day at 6 a.m. It's a notification I dread, a piercing reminder of one of the darkest, most unbearable days of my life. The day I lost my mom. I was 28 years old, and I had to say goodbye to the woman who gave me life, who fought so hard but ultimately lost her battle with cancer. I remember it all like it happened five minutes ago. It's