There is nothing left for me too feel about my mom's death. All that's left is despair. NO hope, no anger, no more tears, just despair. I don't know how to make sense of it all. Think about her all the time, all the memories but then she is not there. So there is nothing left. Nothing left but despair. If it weren't for my kids, I would have crawled in a ball and stayed there this whole year.
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