Most of you don’t know who I am, I guess. I probably shouldn’t unburden myself here, but I feel like I need to get this out in writing somewhere, and I can’t think of a better place.
My mom was diagnosed in august with pancreatic cancer. She was 66, and in great health. The docs gave her 8 months at best, and it’s been about seven and a half. This morning, she woke up in a lot of pain. An hour later, she was gone.
God, I miss her so much. My dad is being as strong as he can, but how do you go on when your life was molded around someone else for so long? I’m grateful that at least we had some warning, and could spend time with her. But now she’ll never see her grandkids grow up, and that’s just not fair. They love her so much, and are having trouble dealing with this.
I think that’s all for now. I’ve had too much rum, and there’s still so much to do. Go call your mothers, if you still can, right now.