My mom was confined to a chair in the living room. My father spent 6 years of his life mourning the death of my mom. My beloved handicapped brother always stayed in his room, playing with radio. I was always online, I never paid attention to them, always thinking they’d be around for a very long time. It’s been 4 years since my brother and my dad both died and this years the 10th anniversary of the passing of my mom. There are times when I simply wanted to go, so I could be with my family. I’ve never known loneliness like I’ve felt these past years.
