Mom died suddenly of cerebral aneurysm
Mom and our Persian cat Duster, in the same year mom passed.
My mom died at 2:02 am, 11 April 2012. She was 49 years old, and I am 22.
My stepfather is a long-haul truck driver, and my mom would drive him to the yard really early in the morning, then come home and nap for a bit longer. I happened to be home because exams were just about to start and I wanted to visit my folks before I had to start studying non-stop for exams. My younger sister came home for lunch and noticed mom wasn't awake from her morning nap yet and went to wake her, but couldn't. She came and found me and told me that mom wouldn't wake up. I didn't think much of it, thinking that mom had probably shewed her away because she was still tired. I went to my mom's room any way though, just to check up. I found my mom breathing strangely, and drooling, and I could smell urine. I tried to wake her, but she was unconscious. I called an ambulance and she was taken to the hospital, then transferred to a larger hospital in the nearest big city. She was diagnosed with having a large brain aneurysm, and all day the surgeons and nurses fought to try to get my mom to respond, they did surgery to drain the blood from her skull, they gave her medicine cocktails to try to bring her out of the coma she was in, but to no avail. After they drained her ventricals to reduce the pressure on her brain, she began to die. The last moments I spent with mom, her heart rate was declining and she was unconscious.
It was all so sudden. We never knew she had an aneurysm, she didn't know. Nothing was known until it ruptured. I'm back at school now, and a lot of the time I keep it at the back of my mind, or forget about it. But then I remember and it hits me. I feel sick right down to the core about it, and I feel disturbed. It's hard to comprehend that she doesn't exist anymore, and I feel like I'm barely an adult, still mostly a kid. I want my mom. And almost as much as I want my mom back, I want someone or something to blame. I'm so angry, and have nowhere to direct it. I'm angry for her, because she was too young to die, I'm angry for my stepdad, who loved my mom passionately and wanted to spend his life with her, for my sister who's going to grow up without a mom, and for myself. I miss her so bad and I hope so much that she was unconscious during the entire ordeal and felt no pain or fear.