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>Gallade
In 2015, my dad died of a botched surgery. He was put into a hospital nearly 2 months, slowly dying. Family was with him in the hospital, especially my mother who never left his side. This was a hospital way out from where I lived, so I carpooled with family members there, and I saw my dad in a coma.. and something clicked. I knew that day that he was gone. I kept this information to myself after the doctor said that his condition improved little by little, only for him to worsen later on. He was eventually moved into Hospice, and me and my family watched him slowly die. Once he passed, my mother was devastated to her very core. I stayed with her to help her grieve, and I was, and still am, concerned for her mental health. I stayed with her, not just to keep her company, but to keep tabs on her and to prevent her from any kind of self destructive behavior. I had to be strong for her. All of this while I was in college/online classes. I would hear her crying very often, often for hours.
Skip to December 2016, and my grandmother committed suicide due to having cancer and just not being able to take it anymore. My mother was at her side as well, and I watched her pet and house. My grandmother died in a delusional state, seeing god knows what as her body failed her (One prominent example: she kept seeing me everywhere in the room.) I was her caretaker during the summer of 2016. I took her everywhere she needed to go, doctor appointments, shopping, and I always told her I was there for her if she needed anything. My mother was shaken, and so was I. Again, my mother grieved, and I had to be strong for her.
All of this while other family members like my sister are busy doing their own thing, so they can't comfort or help her as it honestly feels like her world is falling apart around her. On my end, I'm doing what I can to help her, and constantly pushing myself each day. have been ever since my dad passed. It gets harder each day.
