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Le sigh. Life marches on.
Dianne Sampson, my mother's best friend and a second mother to me, succumbed to her breast cancer the day after Christmas. She's been in a coma since Thanksgiving. I'm happy that she's no longer suffering and in a better place, and have been preparing for this for awhile, but I feel so sad for my mother. Dianne was her one good friend, the only one she's had in years, for 10 years. The funeral is Friday morning, and the wake is tomorrow night, so I'm going home for awhile for my mother.
If I seem out of it for the next few days, forgive me. I wish you would be there for me, but you're too self-absorbed to even notice, huh?
I feel so alone.
Dianne Sampson, my mother's best friend and a second mother to me, succumbed to her breast cancer the day after Christmas. She's been in a coma since Thanksgiving. I'm happy that she's no longer suffering and in a better place, and have been preparing for this for awhile, but I feel so sad for my mother. Dianne was her one good friend, the only one she's had in years, for 10 years. The funeral is Friday morning, and the wake is tomorrow night, so I'm going home for awhile for my mother.
If I seem out of it for the next few days, forgive me. I wish you would be there for me, but you're too self-absorbed to even notice, huh?
I feel so alone.