When the Void is your Only companion

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On February 10th, my mother passed away from a combination of sepsis and a weakened immune system, among other things. She was 71. My siblings and I knew it was coming, but for it to happen over the span of a few weeks is both jarring and numbing. I’m still trying to process it and get used to the sight of her not being there anymore. At least, she won’t be in pain anymore. That still doesn’t mean I won’t miss her. So, all I can say is; treasure your loved ones, please. And thank you.