Six years ago today, my mother died. She had pancreatic cancer and the last year of her life was about as tragic as a life can get.
I am convinced that stress made her ill.
She is buried in Mt. Union Cemetery, along with other relatives who died 150 years ago. She had a graveside funeral.
She and my father were in the midst of a six-year long divorce when she was diagnosed. Not to go into details, but he did not make it easy. She immediately tried to finalize the divorce and he fought her every step of the way. And the fighting had everything to do with money and little else, in my opinion.
Words fail me now and I can't really write any more. I am not sad, really. Just a little angry, sometimes confused, and occasionally relieved. I imagine most people find that to be so; they just don't admit it.
Death is really a new beginning, anyway, even if all you do is turn into worm food.
RIP Mom.
OMG, I got chills reading your post today. My mother died six years ago as well from pancreatic cancer. It truly was the most horrible experience anyone can go through. She only lasted 6 months from her diagnosis and it was torture. I still can't even think about it. She too was so unhappy and I often suspected that the cancer manifested itself through that. And although she wasn't going through a divorce I always believed she would have liked to and the last weeks she was brutal to my father, letting everything she held inside bottled up for years out.
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Gosh. I am so sorry for your loss, Ms. E. What a thing to have in common. Pancreatic cancer is truly a terrible disease. I am trying to eat right and exercise in the hopes it doesn't get me, too. Hope you are too.
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