It was four years ago on February 9, 2006 that my world was shattered. I was sitting at my computer when my one sister called crying and letting me know that our mother was gone. I told her that was impossible because she was in the hospital with pnemonia and was doing fine. I hung up with her and called our oldest brother to see what was going on, to find out if it was in fact true.
It was only a few minutes later when our brother called confirming that it was indeed true, then he told me the worst news that I could hear. The hospital that she was in was responsible for her death. Two nurses were getting her in a wheel chair to take her down for some tests, that should not have been allowed because our mother was a morbetly obessed person and there should of at least been three people doing this task, while transferring her from her bed to the chair they dropped her, broke her left leg in two places which caused her to have a
massive heart attack and she died before they even made it to the operating room to fix her leg.
I find it hard now to even look in the mirror because I look just like my mother, and evertime I see myself I see her. I need to find out a way to get past this. My husband and I do not even celebrate Valentines Day because this is the day that we buried her. How do I get past this and heal?