What matters, or Reprieve
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My mother died of sepsis, unfortunately she was on other drugs that masked the sepsis so we weren’t able to diagnose until it was too late. She was in a lot of pain and never regained consciousness. I constantly think of the many things that we didn’t do enough with her. I would always be late home from work, not spend enough time with her on weekends, gave unimportant people my attention when I should have been making memories with her. I regret all the time lost. I have learnt the hard way that time spent with children and parents is never wasted, in the end that’s what matters. I’m glad your story had a happy ending. Thank you for sharing.

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