Broken Pieces

I’m trying to find the right words to say this without feeling so angry. I know I shouldn’t feel this way but I have every right to feel this way. The feeling of not having my mom in my life has been difficult for me to cope & process. Her passing was very traumatic for me at a young age. I was 12 years old at the time when it happened. On a Saturday night walking into the waiting room at the hospital, my uncle telling me what happened to my mother. My heart stopped for a minute…felt like I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t understand what he was saying & I had to ask him to repeat himself. The words “Your mom passed away” was hard for me to believe what he was telling me. When my mom died I felt so alone, confused & lost. A piece of my heart was broken into a million pieces. I was trying to figure out how can I be strong & be there for my two other siblings & my dad? How can I get through life without having my mom? So many unanswered questions going through my head. 18 years later I’m still trying to be strong to get through this.