The loss of me....
My dad has always been sick- he was an alcoholic. As his disease progression got worse, so did my marriage. During my senior year of nursing school my husband stated that marrying me was exciting and fresh at first, but now I cared about others more than I cared about him. He filed for divorce and the divorce was finalized a week before school started- many losses there. I spent so much time with my dad in the hospital that my nursing assignments slacked. I had failed a course in nursing for turning in lye assignments because I prioritized correctly (in my book). So I was kicked out of nursing. 3-weeks later (in january) my father passed during hope hospice from liver failure. Since we was being buried in Arlington national cemetery we had to wait until May to bury him. 6- months later..... My Aunt would lose her 3-yr battle against lung cancer the same say that my best friend's body was found in her apartment from what looked like an accidental overdose. I am so emotionally shocked, drained, and incapable of wrapping my rad around the whole situation. It all feels so surreal.