My mom’s birthday is coming, and earlier I planned to make a present where I could just convey all the good she has done for us. But of course she had to die before her birthday.
I wasn’t really connecting with her or any of my family for two years. It’s a long story, but short version is, that I became a hypochondriac, thought this house was killing me from asbestos, and blamed it on my family. I then recently found out that I did not need to worry from that. Of course I needed some time to adjust, and was slowly working towards trying to get closer to my family.
At college, she wanted us to call her, and talk about our lives, and I was happy to do it. I was imagining calling her, and thought it would be good for me to spend time with her.
I also wanted to maybe get her a counselor/therapist, and help her make friends, and live a life independent from us, and out dad who is unfortunately cheating.
But no she had to die. I wasn’t expecting it, and neither was she. Ugh I’m so mad! I was really planning on doing things with her.