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A Death Story |
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kari Member
since 1999-10-03
Posts 104Hyde Park, Ut, USA |
I want to tell you a story about my life. I want to get it out in hopes that if anyone has suffered from a death, then they can feel my sorrow. My mom died of ovarian cancer when I was six years old. The piercing words my dad said as he released the news didn't click until I sat and stared at her in a coffin. She was always so happy and willing...very musical. She found delight in life. That coffin stole all of that and her pale face scared it away. I am not writing this for sympathy but a way, I guess, as getting out some of my pain. My mom wrote me a letter before she died, as the cancer slowly ate away at her in that hospital bed. This is what it said... I Love You, Kari, You have always been a little bundle of energy and enthusiasm, always ready to go new places or make new friends. You are a good sister to Stacy and Gina. You are going to gain happiness as you prayer to the Lord throughout your life. He will help and comfort you and love you when things are hard to understand. I testify to you that we will all be together again as a family. I will be overjoyed to see you again. I'll always be with you and love you. Love, Mom We all want what we can't have. We all have what is best for us. |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
kari- I'm terribly sorry about your mom. We all have to lose someone we love someday, I'm sorry you lost your mom at such an early age. I think we all have sad stories to tell about loss. I was very close to my grandmother, since she and my grandpa used to take care of me when I was little. Little did I know she had had cancer all those years. No one wanted to tell me, because it would hurt me to know. In May of 1995, when I was in 5th grade, my mom told me she was sick and was going to die. I was crushed. We moved in with them to help her and my grandpa deal. I had to watch her wither away every single day, It was hard. Then, in the early AM hours of May 8, just after midnight if I remember correctly, my mom and I were with her. She was in the hospital bed that had been brought into the house so she could die in her home, and not a hospital. I was holding her hand, and she took her last breath. It brings back tears to remember it. kari, in no way am I trying to compare my loss to yours, I just thought that I'd share a loss too. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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