I no longer knew “normal.” After-school snacks, regular meals, and family time were things of the past.
My mother died from a perforated ulcer that resulted in blood poisoning. I was twelve-years old at the time. From the time of the incident (when she entered the hospital in an ambulance) until her death was a matter of about two weeks. She was thirty-eight-years old at the time.
Prior to her death, my family was pretty normal.