It was two weeks ago today that my mother died. Every day seems harder and harder. Harder to get up, harder to take care of my children, harder to force myself into the shower, harder to be strong. I am trying so hard to be strong, to not cry in front of my small children, to not lose it, but it just keeps getting harder. My mom wasn't just my mom, she was my very best friend. We did everything together. She was the first person I called when something wonderful happened and the shoulder I wanted to cry on when everything was falling apart. Now everything is falling apart and her shoulder isn't there. I just don't understand any of it, she was only 46 years old. Good people are supposed to live until they are like 80. I just don't know what to do with myself. I feel so sad and so alone.
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