At that moment, no one was moving. Everyone was still and quiet. The only noise that was heard was the sniffling of the sad mother. As they lowered her daughter into the ground, she lost herself and could not hold her sorrows in any longer. She let it all out. In that moment, reality hit her. In that moment, she realized that when she would come home from work, her beautiful daughter would not be there, in the kitchen, laughing and singing and dancing. That after today, she would only be in the earth forever. She realized that she would never be able to hug her or kiss her warm cheeks or share her happiness. All of that was gone. It was gone, not because of anything she or her daughter did. It was not any old accident where she could blame others; it was because she could not afford the chemo therapy her cancer stricken daughter so desperately needed. All she could do was close her eyes and play back the fond memories of her pride and joy. Tears streamed down her face. She could not handle putting her daughter away and out of her sight forever. She started to yell and scream. She fell into the freshly overturned dirt. She put her hands on her face and sobbed and sobbed until nothing would come out. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as every tear poured from her eyes. She wanted to go back to the point in time where she could have made it work. She wanted her to be alive. She could not go on without her only daughter. She felt ashamed lying next to where her daughter had been six feet under in a coffin that she could not afford. She could not pay the price for what her sweet child sincerely needed, but she would rather be poor than have to live like this, without her. All she could do to tell herself to calm down was that she was no longer suffering, no longer in pain. That she was with God and HE was the best chemo therapy her daughter could get.