"My mother passed in July 2017 from cancer. Her entire life could be summarized as endeavoring against opposition. This was true even right up to the end as she battled the suffocating effects of lung cancer. As I sat in wait with her in the hospital over her last month, I became an active participant in her transition from this life to whatever comes next. It was there that I started to write the notes and ideas I felt about the experience, her journey, her unspoken strength, and her quiet inner beauty.

These sketches, which were too difficult to encompass at the time, were put to the side until I recently set to paper my thoughts about her final days. This work is for her." —Henry Dorn