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The silent car ride and the feeling that the house was different, in particular, was eerily reminiscent of my own experience. I won't trouble you with the gory details. It was a long time ago. I was so angry, and reacted a lot like Dean. Also had a best friend who helped me. Once, after all the well wishers went back into the woodwork, she sang to me on the phone until I could breathe. Someone handed me Tylenol and coffee at the hospital. A man I didn't recognize, elderly with bright blue eyes, kissed my hand at the funeral. Those were some of the comforting gestures I remember.Now... happily married, two kids, dog, cat, house, career. You do move on. But it changes you. Losing your mother figure is like losing the ground under your feet. It's unreal. And then you find your footing again and live your life, and remember.
That was truly heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing that with me. I may not have experienced trauma like that but I lost a friend of mine once and I kept expecting them to pop around the corner and just be there. Kind of weird but I remember that pretty clearly. Your best friend sounds like a pretty amazing person.
She is :-)Sorry for your loss as well. No death is insignificant.
She is :-)
Sorry for your loss as well. No death is insignificant.
You're right about that. Just a warning, if you continue reading this story, the next chapter is not exactly pretty. Figured I'd toss that out there.