1. 12. 2012 11:49 pm
Phases of grief and anger.
As images of my mom suffering, fighting the battle, crying, breathing hard as water fills her lungs… kept floating in my mind…
I felt rage.
Despite all the will to fight; she suffers and dies.
The kind of rage that feels like punching the wall.
Her sufferings. My sweet, lovely mom who did nothing but love others sacrificially. Suffering, crippled, gasping for air.
WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY??!!!!!!!