Here is a reblog on a post that is dear to my heart. If you lost someone special recently, you may understand this even better. Hope you like it.
Yet another journal entry on when my mom and dad got sick (the 1990’s) and with their passing, how I dealt with all the pain. As I write this now, I can remember the feelings I had when I wrote this, like it was yesterday.
This is titled, “It’s So Hard”
It was hard when Mom got sick…the medicines,the doctors, the chemotherapy, the tiredness.
It was hard when Mom died…the last day,the funeral, the getting rid of clothes.
It was hard when Dad got sick…the confusion,the forgetting,the oxygen,the pills, the preparing.
It was hard when Dad died…the closure, the silence,the empty house.
It was hard when we had to sell the house where they lived for 30 years…the yard sale,the dividing of goods, the stress.
It was hard having a yard sale to sell all the little things that we thought didn’t matter. We had to choose pieces of Mom…
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