she passed away alone, in PA. we are all from nj, but after a divorce and financial issues she went to PA. i brought her to the bus station to go there. i even bought her the ticket because i didn't have anywhere for her to stay, i was living with my boyfriend at that time. this causes most of my guilt. i feel like, if i had just kept her here, and helped her, she would be alive right now. my mom was troubled. she was the smartest woman i will ever know, but she kept falling harder. it seemed before she died, she was really determined to get her life back together. she passed a few weeks before turning 44. my mom did SO much for me. and in return, i helped her out the best i could. i feel a lot of guilt also, because i am not a phone person, i just don't like the phone. she would call, i would decline. or, i would answer and have a short conversation and then be off the phone. i would blow her off, yell at her for something stupid, or just be a plain old brat. i would give ANYTHING to talk to her again. i can't talk to my sisters because i feel like they just don't want to talk about it. my boyfriend, of almost 4 years, seems awkward when i mention her. i don't want to burden anyone one else, but i need someone. everything i touch, see, or do reminds me of her. i don't want to forget her, i just want to cope. i miss her terribly and would give anything to have her back.
i can't even sleep tonight. sometimes, i'm ok, other times, i'm not. if i am at work i just quickly think about something else. but when i'm home, around things that remind me of her, or just laying down to go to bed using blankets she gave me, or bought together, i break down. tonight was especially bad, i cried in the shower so my boyfriend wouldn't know. i feel like he thinks "oh, this shit again.." so i avoid it. i hold a grudge against him sometimes because of how critical he was towards my mother and the rest of my family. my one sister is emotionally detached so i can't talk to her. and the other sister lives in pa, also. about 10 minutes from where my mom lived and not once went to visit or check on her. that, for some reason, hurts me to think about.
my mom needed help. i gave her all the help i could, and when i couldn't help anymore, i sent her to my other sister. all i wanted was for my mom to be happy. she would cry when i would come to visit just because of how grown up i am now. she was upset i never got to be a kid. i think she blamed herself. but i am very proud of who i am now, and she had A LOT to do with it. i wouldn't be who, or where i am now without her. i just wish i could have helped her like she helped me.
my biggest fear is that there is no heaven, no after life at all, and i will never, ever see her again. never have the closure i need. sometimes, when i really need to feel like she's still here, i imagine her hand on my back. i can see it so clearly that it feels like she's really there rubbing my back.
i miss you mom, i wish i could be with you now.
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