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My mother is dead.
At first I was going to just leave that post there but it doesn't feel like enough somehow. This isn't a pity plea or anything like that. It's just... I think I need to say it, to see it in writing, or it won't be real.
The worst part is, yeah, I'm crying, but I still find my thoughts drifting to the stupidest shit and it's like... do I really care enough? Or have I detached myself from reality too much?
She was a wonderful, smart, witty, kind, woman. She and I didn't always get along on everything but more often than not we could just talk and communicate and bond. I'd hear about people fighting with their parents and look at mom and just smile. She would listen to my stupid rants on anime and joke around with me about them and she helped teach me about things and she was my mom.
And now she's dead.
I keep expecting her to call me with "Hah! Just kidding!" but she won't be.
my mom is dead and i want to go home
At first I was going to just leave that post there but it doesn't feel like enough somehow. This isn't a pity plea or anything like that. It's just... I think I need to say it, to see it in writing, or it won't be real.
The worst part is, yeah, I'm crying, but I still find my thoughts drifting to the stupidest shit and it's like... do I really care enough? Or have I detached myself from reality too much?
She was a wonderful, smart, witty, kind, woman. She and I didn't always get along on everything but more often than not we could just talk and communicate and bond. I'd hear about people fighting with their parents and look at mom and just smile. She would listen to my stupid rants on anime and joke around with me about them and she helped teach me about things and she was my mom.
And now she's dead.
I keep expecting her to call me with "Hah! Just kidding!" but she won't be.
my mom is dead and i want to go home
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Thank you.
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I knew you mom. I am going off into the inner planes to see if I can help
guide her.
I have not seen you since you were a toddler.
Your mother continues to love you, like the rivers love the sea.
My hugs to you, and for you to pass on to your father. My name is Richard.
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Hi, Richard.
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♥
Stay strong, please?
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I'm doing what I can to stay strong.
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*HUG*
(I'm a Callahanian, one of kshandra's friends)
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I know we don't talk often, but I'll be there to talk if you need me.
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If there's one thing I would say, it's that this sucks. It sucks and it hurts, and it's going to suck and hurt until it doesn't. And then it will again, until it doesn't again. And that process will keep repeating. You can get through it, although you never get "past" or "over" it.
Take good care of yourself while you're going through this. How you feel is how you feel, and anybody who tries to tell you how you should be feeling is somebody to ignore.
Much sympathy to you and to everybody who loved her.