I lost my Mom not on the day she actually died, the truth is I had already been losing her for a long time. The illness took pieces of her slowly and I had to stand there pretending I wasn't terrified.
I miss who my mum was before illness became part of her daily conversation. Before appointments, medication and bad news. Before our lives became centred around trying to keep her here.
There is a different kind of grief in watching someone you love become less like themselves. You feel guilty for missing who they used to be, because they are still standing right in front of you.
By the time my Mom passed, I was grieving more than her death. I was grieving everything the illness had already taken from her, from us and from the life we were supposed to have. The illness didn't only take my Mom's health. It took her freedom, her peace and so many ordinary moments we should have had together. Death was just the final thing it took.
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Rest in eternal peace Mom.
If a guy masturbates every day, what are the effects? Will he become impotent? Will it shrink? I heard it even causes ringing in the ears! Is that true??