I've been feeling that way at times lately. I was 11 years old when she died. I've lately been having dreams about me being with my mom. I have finally gotten over one part of my grief, though. The night before my mother died, I just woke up around the time, maybe a couple minutes earlier, that the paramedics approximated the time of death. For quite some time, I felt like I was responsible because I didn't intervene. When I woke up, I had a feeling that I should come into her room and check on her, but I recently realized that I was too nervous/scared to do it. Thinking about it, If I went in, and if rescusitation was unsuccessful (I don't think it would have been successful) it would have been even worse.
This video just captures the emotion I feel:
YouTube - One More Day by Diamond Rio - The Last Time
This video just captures the emotion I feel:
YouTube - One More Day by Diamond Rio - The Last Time
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