My Parents Were Married For 32 Years Until Dad Died, Mom Doesn’t Want To Attend The Funeral

For the past two weeks, I’ve been sharing a room with my mom. We sleep in the same bed, side by side. My only focus right now is making sure she’s okay and doesn’t try to harm herself. She barely gets any real sleep. Sometimes she closes her eyes and lies still, pretending to sleep, but I can tell it’s not real. I know the difference.

When she’s truly asleep, she snores softly. But when she’s just pretending, the snoring stops, and instead she tosses and turns all night until the sun comes up. On some nights, she quietly slips out of the room and goes into the hall to cry. I see her leave, but I don’t go after her because I know there’s nothing dangerous out there that she could use to hurt herself. She just sits there in the dark, crying and calling out my father’s name.

There are two deep reasons why she’s crying. The first is because my dad has passed away. Right now, his body is in the morgue. The second reason is the love and years they shared. They were married for thirty-two years, and I’m their first child. I have two younger siblings. My mom’s pain is not just from….Read Full Story Here..……….