Everybody goes through a tough time in their life, at some point. I have definitely gone through my share of mine.
The toughest time in my life was the last 5 or so weeks of my mom's life, her death, and about 6 or so months after her death.
It was really, really hard to see her so sick, and not able to really do anything. A few weeks after she first went into the hospital, she actually started to slowly improve, so we though we were going to be able to take her home at some point.
That was not to be, though. A week or so later, she took a turn for the worst, and just went downhill from there.
I hated seeing here like that; so sick, and not being able to take care of herself.
When we knew she was going to die, I went to the hospital's chapel, because I was so overwhelmed with the whole thing. We had spend so much time at the hospital with my mom, and it was taking a toll on me. On all of us.
For at least six months or so, after my mom died, I cried at night, and knowing my mom wasn't physically there to comfort me made it worse. I took some time off of school, so I could
Surprisingly, after almost a year, I was ready to go back to school, but I had to wait about a year and a half to go back, for financial reasons.
I had several dreams about her, almost all of them good, making me wish I could tell my mom about these dreams. Now, I seldom get dreams about my mom, which I miss.
These days, I am doing much better. I am still in school, I now have a job, and I am volunteering. I just wish my mom was around to witness these things. But, I know she would be proud of all that I have accomplished so far.
I miss and love you very much, mom!!!