Just thinking about my mom. Missing her. Just thinking about the good things about her. Before she died, I told her I loved her and thanked her for the years of help.
Held her hand to comfort her. It worked.
Her mothering instinct was there until the end, she was sick but she wanted to make sure I was taken care of and that everything was alright with me.
She passed quietly and peacefully.
I drove home and the next day I was in the psyche ward. That 150 mile drive home killed me.
Tomorrows a new day, lets hope it’s a good one.
As my stoner friend used to say, “Peace out”.
Good night.
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Good night nick, sweet dreams
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Thanks for the insight bro
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