My mother passed back in October and I am having a hard time getting passed her death. I am almost obsessed with it, you could say. My sister refuses to talk about the day she died. She doesn't want to think about it she says. Well, it's all I can think about. I made a difficult choice. Now i'm not sure if it was the right one. That day plagues my dreams, my every waking moment, and is now beginning to affect my relationship with her and my little brothers. I feel as though I stole my mother from them when all I wanted to do was ease her pain. I feel guilty. Should I? The longer I go on without talking to my sister, the more I feel like I am drowning in my uncertainity. How do I move on from this? Sometimes I feel like this was one of the most defining moments in my life, more so than the birth of my daughters. In that one moment, I became a different person. All I can remember is how she looked when she died, not how she looked when she laughed, how she smelled, the good things. Why?
2007-03-20
12:38:25
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Sabra M
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Psychology