It was the 10 month anniversary on Jan 3rd since my mom died, I even have trouble using that word. I still cry when I think of her and when I look at her picture. I can't decide on the final disposition of her ashes. I'm alone now and have to go on and I can't keep hurting. My diabetes is out of control and the doctor wants me to start getting insulin injections. I don't think I can do it. I don't really care about going on but I don't want to tell them that. The only thing left is my faith.
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