You Never Forget Your First: And He Just Might Be the Death of Me

by Millie Perez

Me on the other hand, I like to consider myself as a healthy balance of stubborn and optimistic, and maybe a little sprinkle of delusional. So of course I’d gone down the rabbit hole looking for any and all clinical treatments available around the world.

No, the worst part of it all was that my mother, my best friend, had still walked side by side with me, but it felt as though she were already a ghost.

“Now we go home and pretend that there is a life worth living after mom. And hopefully sometime real soon, we can actually start to believe it.”

No matter how many end-of-life conversations and family cry sessions prior to her death, there is no way of protecting my heart from completely and utterly shattering.

Ah the silence, now that she’s gone, the silence is definitely the worst part.

We all lost her. And I don’t know what birthdays or holidays will feel like, now that she’s not here, but I don’t want to act like she still isn’t a part of this family,”

Damn I miss her smiles.