Today, my heart stopped. I woke up early this morning to my dad frantically entering and exiting the hotel room, and looking over to my mom who was, alarmingly, not snoring or moving in any way. I have to admit, the only way I can say that my Mom died, next to me is to retell the story of this morning. Though my grieving is ( for the time being that is) complete, I admit my nerves are very bad.

And there's still the whole Hurricane Ida thing.

But here, I was reminded of something, something that beyond my immediate persons I hadn't felt in a while: Accepted.

So natrually I come here seeking support, beacuse for all intents and purposes I view Chaos as a Second Family. Thank you so much for that.

And I can't think of anything else to say