My mom passed away on May 28, 2013 after being ill for several months. No one expected this. I have been too busy to get an understanding of how I feel or to take time to be sad. My dad is coming to live with me. My life is changed. A milestone has been passed.
I was with my mom when she died. I was holding her hand, watching as her breathing slowed and finally stopped. Agonal breaths, my analytical brain is observing the process of death. I have no tears to shed. I leave as soon as I can, never look back. My aunt Carol, mom's sister, was with me and mom. I know she helped me, kept me "ok". I go back to mom and day's home to be with dad and my brother Mike. We begin the list of tasks that must be done to prepare for the funeral.
Why am I writing about this? I don't know. I miss my mom. My dad is coming to live with me. My life is changed. There is no going back.
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