Hi Readers
Well, life brings all kinds of unexpected changes and what we do with them determines the person we are. After being ill for six months, my mother passed away. She has been physically gone for a little over a week now, but has been slipping away this whole year. My dad and I have had to cope with the emptiness of a world without her in it. She spent the last two weeks in a medically induced coma. I only had a small spark of hope she would recover. The fear of the hard work she would have to do to come back from her illness and gain her independence was going to be a huge hill to climb. Her body just wasn’t strong enough to breathe her own, and she passed in her sleep. We know as children that one day our parents won’t be here to pick us up. Even at my age of 55, I never wanted to think of my parents gone, but here we are. Now I live with my father, I am the only one of his children to do so. He seems to be coping, but I am keeping an eye on him. They were married for 57 years, something I deeply admire and will never have. I hope to keep on writing and taking one day at a time.
