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My Last Good Day
I have read more than one article about the break that happens when a loved one dies. It could have been a traumatic death, someone young or old, someone who suffered for far too long before they passed, or quick and painless… as they say. I have read time and time again that on the day their loved one dies, their life breaks into two, the person they were before their loved one died and who they become after. Unfortunately I know all too well about that.
I remember in the days after my mom died I was so distraught that I did not think my heart could take it. I thought I would die too.
Looking back, it was pieces of myself dying with her.
Your mind and body are at war, pulling at opposite ends. You don’t know which way is up. Nothing makes sense and all you can do is just try and keep on breathing, as the weight of the enormous loss crashes into you over and over again. The light, the joy, the carefreeness you once had perish. The light dims and you feel as if you are trapped, screaming for a way out but the fight you once had, the grit, has been weighed down by unimaginable sorrow that pulls you further and further down into darkness.
