The thing about losing a parent is the survivor guilt you grapple with along with the mini anxiety breaks. I'm not sure how anxiety feels but it happens in moments you think to yourself could I have done better as a daughter - could I have done more - could I have been less resentful - and it feels like you are teleported into a different dimension all by yourself and you zone out for a moment. And you have to pinch yourself back to reality.
The closer it gets to 100 days, the more the sadness surges.
I'm so terribly sorry for the loss. You should have cherished your life over money
But maybe a part of you died forever when you lost your first leg.
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