Losing a parent seems like the end. It seemed that way to me for a long time. I was overcompensating for the loss in my life and self-destructive. I didn't know how to deal with sympathy from others, I found myself consoling them...it was a part of me that I didn't know, to be pitied.
I was 20 when my Mom passed away. She was sick for a short time, one month, it just wasn't enough time to say the things I wanted to say to her, but do you really ever have enough time?
No matter how you look at it, losing a parent is painful.
This blog is about the end of my Mom's life and the beginning of my own.
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