My name is Junior and on June 10 2014 I lost my mother to a massive heart attack. Just two days after her 52 birthday. I had worked my shift at work and was at home with my wife and 2 children when the phone call came that my mom was being rushed to the er. By the time I arrived the dr came out and said it's not good and then about the DNR order. I know she was gone but just couldn't say it so she laid in the ICU for 18 hours on life support. Her body was so bloated and that was it after coming to terms with myself I knew it was time to let her go. That last image of my mom haunts my every thought. To. Know that I put her body through that drives me crazy. I have nightmares about it. I was holding on to the hope that saved her in September of 1994 when she was shot in the head and I was told she was dead. The way I was looking at it is if she could pull through that then this would be a piece of cake. I have two sisters that are also having a hard time dealing with this. My oldest sister has pulled away from my lil sis and myself. I do have a wife and two children who when they see me crying over my loss get scared and pull away from me. I feel as if..... Never mind.