I have been think a lot over the past few months about writing about the day I found my Mother dead. I’m not sure why, but something inside me wants too. I think that this would be a great opportunity to document what I experienced. I don’t think that very many people will be happy with me while reading it, but I don’t care.
It would also be an accurate description of that day, which I think will be important in the future. Most people know of their loved ones who die, but not exactly what happened. Or how it affected the one who found them. Who loved them. Who miss them.