4 February
March 6, 2003 last year my mom died of a AVM. She left out to go to class and the next thing I new my father had came in the house and told me he had to take my mom to the hospital because something was wrong with her. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran out side to the car and there my mom was sitting behind the wheel unconscious.
I still remember the sound she was making, almost as if she were snoring. I remember this sound because my grandmother died of an aneurysm in March 6, 2002. This was unbelievable. How could my mom and grandmother die of the exact something unusual thing on the same day one year apart.
Its now 2004 and I still can't believe my mom is gone. I miss her so much. I'm 22 and she was 53. She didn't even look 53. People said she could past for 40. Sometimes I still can't believe she is gone. That was "my girl". Growing up I use to think she was the only one who loved me. To be perfectly honest I always thought I would go before her. I don't know why I thought this but I did. Its still hard for me to talk about it.
My dad always seems to want to go down memory lane with me but I'm not ready for that yet. He is still very hurt and sometime I think he think he is hurting the most out of all of us. Sometime I think he doesn't realize how much it hurts me. I just hate talking about it. But he loves to talk about her. I can't because it still hurts too much.
This aneurysm thing is crazy. It strikes without warning. I mean you don't even have a chance to say goodbye. Anyone who is going through this too feel free to email me for support.