How do i get past the aguish, helplessness and sadness of my mother? And get on with my life.
My mother had BP. One spring morning on April 28, 1994...I found my mother laying on her side covered up with her blankets in bed. I was 15 and thought she was sleeping. As a few hours went by she didn't get up. I went to her bedside and she looked weird, cold to touch, and no pigment of pink to her anymore. I called 911 and said that my mother... Read more
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