This is one of those strange narratives where the 'peak' of the story isn't the end. I kind of feel like I'm currently living through the epilogue of this story because 'I watched my mother die' really can't be topped. I guess I should start there... I watched my mom die on the morning of May 1st, 2023. As of now, May 6th, she's still alive, but I did watch her die. To understand all of that we'll have to travel backwards and then take it in chronological order.
