My dad died in 2003, and my mom died February 2018. In my mom’s case she became terminally ill and was given six months to live. She lived another five months. It was really rough on me watching her die. That’s why I really didn’t cry much after she died. Anyway I just wanted to get this off my chest.
Oh I have some friends now. I got really depressed after my mom died and was suicidal. My pdoc put me on antidepressants, and I’m better now. You really shouldn’t give up on life because you never know what’s in store for your future.
I guess I should add I’ve been living in my own apartment and supporting myself since the Fall of 2008. My mom went into a nursing home in 2010, as it was too much trying to care for her in her house. My sister sold her house to help pay for the nursing home.
It will happen to us all one day unless we die really early. That’s why I didn’t understand why my doctors wanted me to stay with my Mom as long as they did. She is showing signs of significant aging now and I’m glad I’m in a group home.