Tom Cronin immediately flew home when his mother was diagnosed with cancer.
When he arrived in Louisiana, Tom discovered the cancer had aggressively attacked her body and she was on her death bead.
Tom remembered it was the night before his 33rd birthday when he sat with his mother in her hospital bed.
“You won this?” she said while holding the gold medal he won at the Jiu-Jitsu World Championship.
“You fight these guys?” she asked contemplating how he earned the medal. He was never athletic as a child and started Jiu-Jitsu only six months earlier. “How much did they pay you?”
“Nothing,” Tom said. “I paid to do it.”
His mother looked confused wondering why he would pay money to fight with other men. She paused as she thought about it for a minute and said, “I’m really proud of you.”
“That was good enough for me,” Tom mentioned as he recalled the story.
“Tomorrow is your birthday,” she said. “What do you want?”
“I just want more time with you,” Tom answered because the doctors said she was hanging on by a string.
Tom held his mother and they fell asleep.
The next morning she woke up and said, “Happy birthday.”
Tears welled up in Tom’s eyes as he told me, “She made it to my birthday,”
A few minutes later Tom’s mother whispered, “See you later.”
Tom held his mother and they cried as she passed away in his arms. Continue reading