It's like I knew I would need this blog at some point.
I honestly don't even know how to start this one. Not that there's not a true beginning of the story, but, that I even AM starting it. That there's a REASON for me to finally be writing on here. I just really don't want to be writing through THIS pain. On August 5th my life changed forever. My dad had a weightlifting meet in Florida and on their last full day there, my mom got really sick and was admitted to the hospital. After going to urgent care because of becoming violently sick to her stomach and throwing up almost non stop, they found her oxygen was only at 85%. Urgent care sent her to the er and she was admitted later that day. They found she had pancreatitis due to gallstones blocking her pancreatic duct. That was her official cause for being so sick. I have a whole story to tell about the ups and downs of her hospital stay but I'm just not ready for that yet. On August 26th, around 11 pm, my dad got the call we never wanted. 3 hours later, my beautiful mo