The Gruffchick Journal

 Don't let this eat you. My mother told me that I was annoying. It was the last thing she said to me. I don't dwell on her words. She was fatigued. She likely went through stages of her own grief, all vacillating together. I witnessed her denial of facts, her anger, and a bit of bargaining. She finally accepted her fate once she was moved to hospice. Depression ate at her throughout all this. She didn't say those last words to be mean; she lashed out as a way to vent her emotions.   Today is the anniversary of Mum's passing. I'm not handling it well. With Dad, we saw a slow decline. We acclimated to the fact that he would leave us. But Mum? It took us by surprise . Before March 9th, she was doing fine. Sure, she was moving slowly at times, and we had to help her go up the stairs. I helped Mum get her nightgown on. Then we sat on the bed and prayed together. Life was normal. On March 9th, she had an appointment with her GP. Dr Hart was pissed beyond measure when we s...