Mom and I aren't handling it very good.
Mom lost her job.
She just lays in bed. If she isn't sleeping, I think I can hear her crying sometimes.
Once in a while she'll stumble out to use the bathroom, but I don't think she's showered in a while. Or maybe she has, I don't know.
I don't think she eats very much either. Every time I see her, she looks smaller. Or maybe I'm just imagining it.
The first day was the hardest. But the next day she seemed perfectly okay, like we hadn't just lost you.
She was that way up until the funeral.
Even at the funeral, she was fine.
But the day after, that's when the depression hit.
Or at least that's what her therapist says.
