My mom and I had what you would call a love-hate relationship. I love her and miss her everyday. She overdosed on Tylenol and had organ failure. Before the hospital called us around 3 am to tell us things were not looking good I was in the bath and I just felt off and numb. My family was at the hospital for several hours and Dad had to make the decision to take her off life support. Dad was so broken he couldn't be in the room. My sister was on Mom's right side and I was on her left side. I kept talking to her telling her that it is going to be okay and that her mom, dad and brother will be waiting for her. I told her that my sister and I were there and we loved her. I hope she heard us. As I am writing this I am crying due to re-living this and I just found out my grandma has been rushed to the hospital. I was so upset after she passed, on the way home in the car that I got sick. We decided to cremate her and put her ashes in an urn that was a clock. She always loved clocks. Not even a couple months later someone broke into our house and just stole the urn and left her ashes. Dad and I always thought it was my sister. Later that summer I decided to try dating again since I was starting to cope with a lot of hurt and loss. I was on a dating app and I saw a picture of a man that caught me for a moment but decided to keep scrolling. Something kept telling me to find his picture/profile again. It took me 5 minutes to finally find it again and we messaged and hit it off. Not even a month of dating he proposed and not even 3 months of meeting we were married. This November will be our 7th wedding anniversary. I have a couple of questions for my mom.
Does she know that my sister and I were by her side at the end?
Did my sister take her urn?
Was she the one to tell me to find my husband's picture/profile?
Is she proud of me?