9/24/23 As an LNA (licensed Nursing Assistant), care taker, sister and friend, I have sat at the bedside of many as they took their last breath, but holding my mother’s hand as she took her last is a whole different experience. I am blessed that I was able to be with her, as she was with me when I took my first.  In the reality that this day would come, I think I fooled myself into believing I was ready. The rationale of my thoughts were that she lived eighty seven years, she looked forward to Heaven, knowing she’d have an eternity of no pain and no sorrow. To finally let go of the guilt of the sins she carried. To be in the presence of her Heavenly Father and his son who left those sins on the cross. To reunite with many loved ones who were there to greet her. I truly am happy for her. For me however, I'm struggling. This is much harder than I thought it would be. I’m angry for reasons I am not ready to talk about and I'm sad for her absence. It’s only been a week tomorrow a...