Today is one year since my Mom died - in hospital hospice. Despite Covid, I was allowed to stay with her 24/7 for the last 6 days of her life. They were the most agonizing yet the most "holy" of my entire life. I spent many months engulfed in the pain, guilt and suffering of grief ...paralyzing depression, incapacitating anxiety, wishing for death as a release from the pain. I am most grateful for the wonderful people on this forum who were not scared to enter the pain with me and help pull me from the pit of despair.
Grief counseling, friends, family, my job, my Church, all played a part in helping me heal. Now, a year later, a scab is forming - no daily bleeding, but definitely pain when the scar and scar are touched. All I want to do is say "thank you" and express my gratitude for not giving up on me, for the "tough love" I got, and for everyone pushing me FORWARD. I never thought I would survive - but I have - and in large part I have you, my co-grievers to thank ....always in my heart. I love and appreciation, Laura
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