.... in meh...

On the way home yesterday, I had the worst thought about my mother passing away. Thoughts about her funeral and how I would be treated during the process. I don’t want anyone to die like ever.

She has Multiple Sclerosis. Has had it all my life. She will be 70 next week. God has sustained her.

I love my mom so much. I told my son, because at one point they were really close, to start calling her and talking to her and get back where they were. He loves my mom, but since we all don’t live together anymore and since we can’t get to see her like we want all we have is this.

I want her to be alive when/if I finally get married and to see me get my certificate/graduate and live the life I want. I want her to meet other great grandchildren should my kids bless me with more.

A classmate from high school was killed earlier this week. I already go through bouts of feeling my mortality and when I do every scenario happens. I thought about my mom and I was kind of crying on the way home. It’s crazy.

Death is a strange bird.

Kindest regards,
Sister