My Struggle With Grief

I’ll never forget that night when I received that dreaded phone call. I had just left the hospital for the night where my mother was admitted. It was late and I hadn’t eaten so I passed by a fast food restaurant close by. I arrived home shortly, since I lived nearby (about 10 minutes by car), and started to eat.

I’ll never forget the feeling I felt just moments after eating, right before getting that call.…

Goodbye a Not so Happy Year

It has been around eight months since I’ve lost my mother, a day that I doubt I will ever forget. In the heat of the moment everything happened so fast, from her death, to doing the paperwork, the funeral and the days that follow. To me it seemed like I was simply going through a nightmare, not accepting the truth of the matter. To me my mom was still alive but just hospitalized, a thought which sometimes helps ease my pain even today.…