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For me it's about a three-month period...I'm just now going into it and I keep thinking about the things that were happening three years ago at this time, wondering if I should have done anything different, thinking about my mother and the sadness that eventually overtook her beautiful life.
In April and May she had some small episodes and was in and out of the hospital a few times. The second time was one of the only times I've ever seen her look really scared. June will be the hardest month, the beginning of June being when I went out of town for a week because I couldn't take the stress anymore, June 24th the day I found her unconscious in her apartment and couldn't wake her up, June 30th her birthday, last celebrated in a coma, then July 9th, the day she died, the day before my birthday.
I don't think I'll ever get over it. At least I can say I was there and she knew I loved her. For those who have not been through this, I'll second what Lurkette said - tell them you love them. I always thought my mother was a little corny for insisting on a hug every time we left, in case we didn't see each other again. Now I take comfort in knowing that we hugged so many times.
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