We just want this to be over. To find Mom, to have some sort of closure, to accept that she is gone and somehow live with how she died. But the sad truth is, it will really never be over. It's not possible to get out of your head what she went thru and each one of us will regret every day that we were not there to help her.
She and I and my brothers have been thru a lot together and we love her like we love our own kids. We need her. She should be there in the pew with us every Sunday. She should be at the birthday parties, and holidays, and basketball games, and school programs. There is no day that will ever be the same because she is gone.
I have no sympathy for anyone involved in this, in any way, shape, or form. There is no excuse. My Mom's life was brutally taken from her because somebody decided she didn't DESERVE to live. I only feel sorry for HER.
I just want to beat somebody up.