You died when I was only 7 1/2 months old. This December, I will be 20 years old. I have been going through a very hard time lately. I began having these awful chest pains thinking I was going to die the way you did--a blood clot that traveled from your leg and lodged between your heart and lung. The doctors finally told me I was depressed, and I am seeing a counselor who says it is grief, too. Thank God I have a Christian counselor. She is allowing the Holy Spirit to work through her, and that is the only way we are making progress.
The mom I have now and I do not get along well at times. That hurts. And nobody understands what I am going through. I don't even try to explain, for I will only be wasting breath.
Mother, in the Beatitudes, it says "Blessed are those who morn for they will be comforted," and in 2 Corinthians chapter one it says that we don't suffer just so we can be comforted. Mother, we suffer so that we can give the comfort we have received in our trials and tribulations to others who are going through similar difficulties. And, Mother, the Holy Spirit and I are gonna beat this thing. We are gonna knock their socks off, and hopefully, someday I can help others who feel their situation is hopeless. I know we go through hard times for a reason that only God knows, and He makes us stronger through them.
I thank God for what He is teaching me through your death, my grief, and my depression. I love you.