I don't know how I feel about this situation. My life has taken a uturn evwr since my mother appeared in my life. Now that she's gone, it feels like her gone lingers on.
I had a hard time deciding if I wanted to attend her burial and even a much more hard time accepting all the estates willed in my name.
I felt cheated. I still feel cheated.
I was deprived of venting my emotions. I wasn't given the privileged to ask all questions that bugged my mind. I wasn't given a chance to process the whole thing. No proper closure what so ever. All I was left with was if's and whys and a pictures of a woman who supposedly brought me into this world.
I didn't cry for days after the news. I went about doing my daily routine. I knew little to nothing about Mary and the news of her death was no difference from that of a stranger. I was sympathetic but not shaken.