August 27, 2022

I haven’t felt like posting today. Was wondering why, then I read my journal entry from August 27, 2022. That was the day my brother found my mom unresponsive. Here’s what I wrote on that day:

“Today has been one of those days I saw coming eventually, but didn’t expect is so soon. Honestly, I would like to believe this isn’t it for Momma. That there’s so much more to her story, but I know she’s sooo tired. Tired of fighting all of her ailments, as well as the pain. Lately, she’s been experiencing more pain than usual. It’s become so unbearable that she’s been taking medication she once rarely took, to taking it very frequently because she is in so much pain.”

She was in so much pain. I wish she could’ve lived a little longer. However, I am so glad she’s no longer in pain. The remaining months of her life were like nothing I had ever witnessed—the pain, the surgeries, the transfusions, the hallucinations, the tears, prayers, and fears. It was a lot.

I’m so glad she’s free.🕊️

I often dream about her, and she’s always happy in my dreams.

I miss her so much.♥️

Shaun