I'm back home, been wicked sick. three awful, lousy days. boiling hot, vaporing heat through goosebumps/chills and crawling in my own pukes, no strengths at all. five doctors who saw and checked me throughoutly couldn't find why - at first they thought I was infected with bacterial meningitis because I was third student admitting with exactly same symptoms that day.. but I am not. I had to lave there today with back/chest pains to complete my last final exam this afternoon and it was one hellious presentation...ugh. I think I did at least good. hospital coverages also suck, please know I was able to get your messages through notifications, (((thank you all))).
I try to nott blame myself, I keep on thinking what if I could have done, this and that, etc. I mean, a couple calls a year isn't just enough. she tried to killed herself last time at age 29 and I felt there could be something I could do, to cheer her up, remind her our and many other friendships of hers. I don't believe I'm so blinded and so occupied.
there was a service for her yesterday, very disappointed I couldn't be there. my friend who went there told me this, the oldest child of the deceased mother - who will be 12 next month - stood up and spoke, "I know it's a sad day, but really it's a happy day because my mom's not sick anymore and not in pain anymore. My mom was the best mom she could be and I loved my mom..."
god bless this child. I could see the mother lives on in this child. it was quite a hopeful feeling for everyone.![]()
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