The last couple of weeks have been difficult for me and other members of the family. The sudden loss of my mom came with not much warning.
Some people have told me I am in profound shock because I was not able to cry at the visitation, service, or at the cemetery.
I cried before that. I cried as I held my mother in my arms the morning before I called the ambulance. I cried when the surgeon came out and told us she may not live through the surgery which should have saved her life. I cried when my mother did not wake up from surgery. I cried as she was dying. I cried so much.