By Catherine Pastille

They were trying to save her life.

That’s why the attending medical staff had ushered me away from my mother’s bedside, leaving me to stand alone in the middle of the hospital corridor.

I felt as if an invisible umbilical cord was being shredded. It was quite strange. Although I was an adult, I became aware that there was something quite powerful that connected us, and I sensed it being pulled away from the center of my body – I could feel it, in physical way.

The doctors asked what I wished them to do – resuscitate? Use a ventilator? Let her go? I was at the center of what felt like an approaching storm – one I knew I could not avoid.

It was then that I saw her coming toward me with open arms; and when I did, I knew in an instant that this was no ordinary moment…

Susan notes: Steve Sosebee wrote this tribute to his wife Huda on September 1, 2008, to kick off an effort to raise funds for the Palestinian Children’s Relief Fund. Steve told me in early 2009 that Huda had been diagnosed with leukemia; she died in July 15, 2009. Steve was, and still is, devasted by the loss of his beloved Huda. Theirs was a love and passion that few have the privilege of experiencing...

Posted By Steve Sosebee

It is hard to put into words the depth of my love, respect, admiration, attraction, and general friendship that I have for you.

You are more than just a wife, you are the foundation of my strength and the source that has brought joy and happiness into my life.

The idea for this website for and about amazing women was born years ago, and I’ve been doing my best to make it happen for a long time. That's OK, it's how it's meant to be.

I still face countless obstacles – it seems every time I turn around there’s some new hurdle to overcome. But amazingwomerock.com is my joy, my passion, and my purpose. I will never give up. I have faith that this is what I'm meant to do, it's my small part in making positive change.

In the inky darkness after midnight, it’s hard to decide which sounds sweeter: the tap dance of raindrops on maple leaves, or the whispering wind that rustles through them.

Pitter patter or shhhhhhhh?

And then the realisation: what is one without the other?

Who would choose a heart without a soul? Together they are the music of this wet and wonderful night.

Posted By: Susan Macaulay

I didn't know Katherine Martin personally.

I never met her, or even spoke to her. But in her words I recognized a kindred spirit. She was, in many ways, the inspiration for this website. And so her spirit lives on through you and me.