My husband of 41 years died 7 years ago. He had congestive heart failure, cardiomyopathy, and eventually liver failure. He was on life support for over 5 months. I eventually had to take him off life support and help him to let go and die. It was a very painful thing to do. Three years later, our youngest daughter went into sudden cardiac arrest and was put on life support for a week before I was told her brain was swelling too much and only her brain stem was functioning. I had to allow her to be taken off of life support and after a few hours, she died. Exactly three months after her death, my mom suddenly died, and the day after her death, my favorite aunt died. Eighteen months later, my dad died, after struggling with fibrosis of the lungs and emphysema.

I miss them all so much. We expect to eventually lose our parents. It's sad and they are dearly missed. My husband's illness was a very slow progression. He gradually weakened more and more over time. He fought so hard to live. He  didn't want to give in and let go. It broke my heart to watch him struggle so hard  to survive. My daughter's cardiac arrest was out of the blue. It was such an unexpected shock, and so very painful to see her on life support, like her dad. She never regained consciousness once she went into cardiac arrest. She called me that morning and I am so grateful for that phone call. She told me she loved me and that I was her best friend.

It has all been too much, coming one after another. I miss them all, and holidays and birthdays are a struggle, even though time has passed. The hardest for me is losing my daughter. She called me every day and I so miss her voice.

Happy Easter, my darlings. I love each of you with all of my heart.