My mom passed away three weeks ago, and I have been trying to do everything, but process it. She had been sick for several months, years actually, leading up to her death. Placing her on hospice a month ago was a decision that I thought I made peace with until she passed. It hits hard, though; the realization that I ultimately made the decision to end her life. Logic tells me I did the right thing. She was in so much pain and had no quality of life. I know I made the right decisions, but it still hurts so much.
I received her ashes today. My immediate response was to hug the urn. I miss her. I’ve dealt with a lot of pain in my life and have lost several people who I loved dearly. Losing my mom, though, has been the biggest hurt of my life.
In a way, my life feels so quiet without her. 💔
Where The Wild Grace Grows 