Hello. My name is Tai and I'm 23 years old. I have a little brother named Dio who's 14 years old. On December 18, 2025, we lost our mother, Rosa, to glioblastoma. Glioblastoma is a fast-growing, lethal type of cancer in the brain. It affects everything. It takes your mobility, ability to make decisions, speech, everything. Within one month of my mother being diagnosed with this, she lost her ability to walk. That was back in August of 2022, and my little brother and I have been taking care of her ever since. I put my life on hold to be her sole caretaker, and it was worth everything. All the physical and emotional pain we endured, all the hospital trips, the routines. It was all worth it.

Rosa chose her career of helping people too, not just as a career but as a true devotion and passion. All she ever wanted to do was care for people, so she did. She worked in a nursing home, caring for the elderly. Then she worked at a doctor's office as a medical assistant. She was always complimented on how she truly cared about every single individual, despite any differences. For some time, when she was free, we would make sandwiches and hand them out to the homeless around the city. Together, we helped save the lives of countless stray animals and wildlife. This was my mom. A beautiful soul that truly cared for everyone and everything. She wanted to go back to school to become a nurse, but she didn't get the chance to.

My mom always made sure that my brother and I both knew how much she cared for and loved us. She was my best friend, and every day since she got sick, I wished that things were different. That I could get rid of this awful sickness and have my mom feel no pain. December 18, we both got our wish. No more suffering. I love and miss my mom, but she is in no more pain.