How dared you to write to your mom that you love her and will always love her if you voluntarily, by your own choice wanted to put her in never ending sorrow, to stop her life, to make her walk from home to cemetry and from cemetry to home?
If you would be dying from cancer, then you could write about love to ur mother, but, i repeat, voluntarily making her to burry her child, what a hell of love it is?
Once when my son was asking me why people do suicides, i replied to him that they are sick on their head to do so, and if at any time he will grow up and think of killing himself, he should better kill anyone who made him think of killing himself, serve his sentence in prison and live. I said "I gave you life and dont you dare to even think of taking it away"