Song of Mercy
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I feel like I should have done all this grieving years ago when my mother died, but I still miss her, still cry over her departure. A friend of mine tried to talk to me about this yesterday and I said something fairly random and changed theh subject. He noticed and suggested that maybe I should stop over here and see if I could talk about it a little.
My mom died on my eldest daughters 9 birthday. Her and I had not spoke for 3 years when she stopped over at my house. We loved on each other and made plans for the weekend to celebrate my girls big day. The day she was suppose to come and get us she never showed up. A friend of hers finally came by and told me she was in the hospital. My husband had taken the car to work and when I got ahold of him he was angry and refused to come home. When his shift was over I rushed to the hospital. When I got there I found out my mom had passed minutes earlier.
I had my first full blown episode of pyschosis shortly afterwards. I lost touch with reality, my husband left, I lost my car, utilities off, no food, after it started getting cold I think I was beginning to suffer from exsposure. I began to realize that I was going to die and there was no one to help. The next day I walked up and down the road applying for a job. I did manage to get one and over teh next 3 or 4 weeks I returned to being fully cognizant.
Now here I sit 13 years later and I miss her so bad I cant talk about, or even write about it without falling apart.
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My mom died on my eldest daughters 9 birthday. Her and I had not spoke for 3 years when she stopped over at my house. We loved on each other and made plans for the weekend to celebrate my girls big day. The day she was suppose to come and get us she never showed up. A friend of hers finally came by and told me she was in the hospital. My husband had taken the car to work and when I got ahold of him he was angry and refused to come home. When his shift was over I rushed to the hospital. When I got there I found out my mom had passed minutes earlier.
I had my first full blown episode of pyschosis shortly afterwards. I lost touch with reality, my husband left, I lost my car, utilities off, no food, after it started getting cold I think I was beginning to suffer from exsposure. I began to realize that I was going to die and there was no one to help. The next day I walked up and down the road applying for a job. I did manage to get one and over teh next 3 or 4 weeks I returned to being fully cognizant.
Now here I sit 13 years later and I miss her so bad I cant talk about, or even write about it without falling apart.
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