Oh, it's okay. I am at peace with her passing. Her absence doesn't make me sad, though it does sometimes leave a hole in my life.
It's a long story, but she chose to stop medical treatments and enter palliative care and hospice. This was something that we knew would mean she died - and she did just a couple of weeks later.
We had plenty of time to accept it.
It didn't matter even if we didn't accept it. It was her choice to make. I respect that choice. Her quality of life was way out of whack and it was never going to get better.
So, it's all good. I smile when I remember her.
That's fantastic.
It was interesting, almost disturbing, to not grieve after someone close died. But, it was mostly relief.
I felt kinda like I should be grieving for the sake of others, but I just couldn't be that guy.
Nah, totally understand.
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