It took me a couple of years to handle Father's Day, without an emotional breakdown.
Here's to my first Mother's Day weekend without Mrs. Hearst.
Another thing I realized, as I'm learning to journey through life without both my parents. My Daddy's death was different, I had my Mother. Now that both are gone, this journey is absolutely hard.
No catch phrase will eliminate this hurt. I still have outbursts of tears. I still have days where I stay in bed. I can still hear the sounds she made as she stopped breathing. I can still see the 3 faces of death. I keep trying to delete the video as they removed her body from the house. That Ring camera caught every single moment.
I'm happy for everyone that still have their mothers, whether your relationship is good or bad. I admire those that are able to post about their deceased mother.
Now I understand why Mrs. Hearst cried every Mother's Day after Grandma Gussie passed. She said one day I would understand. Trust I understand.
