My mom - Violet has gone home.
My mom goofing off at the hosp when my youngest was born.
My mom died a week ago. March 12th at 5:20 am. She had been sick for about 3 yrs. And her quality of life was not very good. She was tired and wanted to go home. She was 70 yrs old. I am 47. Some days I feel like I just can't breathe. Like I cannot make any decisions and don’t want to get up. Some times I feel ok. And in a minutes time I feel like I can't go on.
Everyone tells me they are here for me but my sister is the only one I want to talk to and go through this with. We "get" each other and she was wonderful with my mom. She looked after her to the very end. And she is the baby of the family. We have brothers but they are different about it.
My husband tells me He doesn’t want me to be sad. What does that mean? I feel like I have made an accomplishment if I take a shower and put on makeup this week sometimes. He lost his mother last year but this seems different.
Anyway that is the beginning of my story.