Photo Friday: Mom's Death

I wrote about my mom's death for the first time in my late teens. When preparing for talking to James about it I wrote a little more detailed account about other aspects of it. I drew about it for the first time ever. Yes, I know my mom only has half a body. I'm a perfectionist and I don't remember what she was wearing and so I can not draw that part of her. These are the only things I remember about her room at the time. Right before I moved out of my parents house I was having horrible flashbacks about her death. I would walk by her room and see this...

(sorry if these pictures are a little graphic for some people)