The last time I spoke to my mom was September 13th. That was the last time I saw my mom fully awake and aware. She was discharged from the hospital a day later and sent to physical therapy. She was there for 2 days before her body shut down. Then she was sent back to the ER.
She was on life support the whole time and it hurt so much to look at. My mom was always strong and seeing her on life support broke me. The doctor told us the news about her fate on the 17th. That was the second worse day of my life. The worst day of my entire life was on September 19th. She died at 1:54 pm. We were playing music for her, she died during either Go Rest High on That Mountain by Vince Gill or during Hallelujah by Brooklyn Duo.
I miss her so much. Every single day I think about her. At night before I sleep I listen to songs that make me think about her and I cry. My mom was my everything. I feel empty without her.
I wish I had someone to go to about this stuff. Someone to cry on and to be hugged by. But I don’t have anyone like that. My friends aren’t the best people and I don’t trust any of them 100%. It sucks.
I miss her. I feel like it will never stop hurting. Remembering what she looked like before she died. Remembering watching her die.