In December. My momma, dealing with increasingly unbearable pain, was taken to tha er n unexpectedly diagnosed wit stage 4 breast cancer, prognosis was 2 weeks to live. By tha time she came home for hospice care her brother (a minister) and mother, my grandma and uncle,came
(her mother came all tha way from Toronto and i live in tha south) to take care of her in her last days. At first tha news was numb to me but those last couple days when they were singing hymns at her bedside got to me.
It was more than a sad cry, it was angry cry. I was pissed tht she was taken from me so quickly and without reason, i hated tht tha only two modes of her existence were either crying out in excruciating pain or being a drugged out zombie from all tha pain meds, i hated that i couldn't even have a proper conversation with her to 'tie up loose ends' so to speak and leave nothing unsaid when she passed.
After that she died and i haven't cried about her, or anything since. Not even at her funeral. It's all been numb to me. It's crazy how life will switch up on u like that.
(her mother came all tha way from Toronto and i live in tha south) to take care of her in her last days. At first tha news was numb to me but those last couple days when they were singing hymns at her bedside got to me.
It was more than a sad cry, it was angry cry. I was pissed tht she was taken from me so quickly and without reason, i hated tht tha only two modes of her existence were either crying out in excruciating pain or being a drugged out zombie from all tha pain meds, i hated that i couldn't even have a proper conversation with her to 'tie up loose ends' so to speak and leave nothing unsaid when she passed.
After that she died and i haven't cried about her, or anything since. Not even at her funeral. It's all been numb to me. It's crazy how life will switch up on u like that.