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Sep. 16th, 2015 03:00 pmI finally found the time to sit down and write this post. I haven't been around for a while, because last week my mother passed away. She had been living in a coma since 2005, and last july she developed a serious infection. Last week they moved her to the hospital, and on wednesday she died. We had the funeral on friday, and ever since then I've been working on all the bureaucracy, running from office to office. On top of all this, I've been suffering from terrible lumbar back pain; I'm on painkillers, and have an appointment with a doctor scheduled for next friday that can't come soon enough. It's obviously because of all the stress and grieving, but knowing that doesn't really make it better.
When the accident happened was when I really lost my mom. This was the end of a terrible agony, of living in a condition she would have despised, and that she wouldn't have had to go through if Italy were a civilized country. As it is, the only relief is that she never knew or felt anything of what was happening to her body, and that she was long gone. The person she was stopped existing ten years ago.
That being said, it was another funeral, and I had to live through the stuff of my nightmares again, and say goodbye to my mom again. It was devastating. It was closure, but it still hurt so much.
My aunt stayed a whole week, but she had to leave this morning. Today is my first day alone in the house, and it's really weird. It feels really silent and muffled. I'd like to take a nap, but with my back it feels much better to be sitting down than lying down. Armchair and a book it is.
When the accident happened was when I really lost my mom. This was the end of a terrible agony, of living in a condition she would have despised, and that she wouldn't have had to go through if Italy were a civilized country. As it is, the only relief is that she never knew or felt anything of what was happening to her body, and that she was long gone. The person she was stopped existing ten years ago.
That being said, it was another funeral, and I had to live through the stuff of my nightmares again, and say goodbye to my mom again. It was devastating. It was closure, but it still hurt so much.
My aunt stayed a whole week, but she had to leave this morning. Today is my first day alone in the house, and it's really weird. It feels really silent and muffled. I'd like to take a nap, but with my back it feels much better to be sitting down than lying down. Armchair and a book it is.