We just got home from Port. St. Lucie. Today was Pa’s funeral. I finally said goodbye to my biggest hero today. It was so hard. My grandmother has started transiting to pass on. She did not make it to the celebration of life yesterday or the funeral today. She is very agitated and doesn’t know who anyone is. She has hospice there 24/7. They have upped her morphine and her medication. They are trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. They were married for 35 years. I know she wants to be with him. My heart hurts for my mom right now and for me. I hate this so much. It’s all happening at once. I’m so lost and so numb.
I picked up my brother's ashes the other day at the funeral home which is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do and after I was handed the box containing the 4 small urns, the young man had me sign a paper and then told me to have great day. I was stunned and speechless. How about saying something like "I'm so sorry for your loss"?
I lost my son Brian, on 10/25. He was 48. Brian was injured by the prescription drug accutane when he was 23 years old. This medication was for acne, and he wanted to look good for job interviews after graduating from college. This drug damaged his liver, his digestive system and his immune system. He never fully recovered from this injury. He had two degrees, one in marketing, and...