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It's still difficult for me to use the words "was" or "used to be" in regards to my mother....
It still hurts....
She left a book of instructions and in them she specifically said she didn't want her death date on the obituary because she didn't want us to remember that date....
But I can't forget it....
I can't forget how cold and semi-sarcastic Aunt Denise broke the news to me....
I can't forget how Aunt Yvette lied to me about her time of death, giving me false hope of possibly seeing her one last time before she passed....
I can't forget how my Grandmother looked so sad and distraught during the wake and funeral....
I can't forget how my brother Maurice was crying on the phone with me after I told him....
I can't forget......
It still hurts....
She left a book of instructions and in them she specifically said she didn't want her death date on the obituary because she didn't want us to remember that date....
But I can't forget it....
I can't forget how cold and semi-sarcastic Aunt Denise broke the news to me....
I can't forget how Aunt Yvette lied to me about her time of death, giving me false hope of possibly seeing her one last time before she passed....
I can't forget how my Grandmother looked so sad and distraught during the wake and funeral....
I can't forget how my brother Maurice was crying on the phone with me after I told him....
I can't forget......