I stated before that my mom looked as tho someone literally scared her to her death. I truly thought that that someone was my aunt's husband.
The results of her death came back and read, "D.B died of liver disease due to complications of the virus, HIV". Now we all knew my mom was HIV positive and was dying because of it but I just felt in my heart that someone helped her to her final breath. I couldn't shake that feeling.
Eventually, I asked my aunt if her husband was left alone with my mother the night she passed. I don't know what I expected her to say, I just wanted some answers. My aunt told me that he was there but didn't believe he went in the room at all that night. "Marie why are you asking me this?" I just came right out and said, "I can't shake the feeling that your husband suffocated my mom in her sleep. " My aunt had a look of confusion on her face. "Why would you think that sweetie?" All I could tell her was that I knew he didn't like my mom and resented her being there. I mean I didn't have any proof what so ever.
It eventually came down to my aunt defending him and telling me some story about how she talked to my mom the night before. She told me that she reassured my mom that it was ok for her to let go and move on to a better place that her girls will be taken care of. That morning she found her lifeless in bed.
For whatever reason I still couldn't let go of the ideal that he had something to do with her passing. I had to eventually let it go and move on. I still to this day have uncertainties about that whole ordeal but I have chosen to remember the good times.
I had my mom cremated and my sister and I spread her ashes over Big Bear Lake in California. It was a place the three of us use to visit frequently. A lot of happy memories.
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