3 weeks ago me, my father and mother unknowingly gotten exposed to the Covid-19 virus. My father and I both dealt with chills that took a while to go away. My mother on the other hand gotten it much worse, it took us a few days to realize it wasn't the flu that was sapping away her strength and health.

So my dad took her to the hospital where they started treatments on her where they learned she was positive for Covid along with infections in her blood, kidneys, lungs and heart. She was placed into a comatose coma and sedated so she wouldn't be in any pain with tubes placed into her.

Several days ago she was moved to another hospital that deals with Covid patients and has more experience for them, I was informed by my father that the head doctor has told him and my sister who is a registered nurse that her lungs have stiffened after removing a lot of fluids out of her.

When my father had told me about the situation about my mother I started to tear up as I realized there's a very strong chance she may not be coming back to us. :( I had some emotional moments where I let out my stress and grief crying out to God that I don't wanna lose my mother but at the same time I don't want her to suffer anymore. :(

Today was the day my mother will be taken off of life support tomorrow as she's sustained a lot of organ damage by covid and recovery/rehabilitation would be a mountain to cross. Her covid repsonse has been progressively and significantly downhill for several days.

My mom passed away peacefully around 2pm local time but not without my siblings and their respective children along with my dad saying one final goodbye to her. :(

We were only allowed two people into her room at a time and so, me along with my dad were the first to go and say our goodbyes.

It wasn't an easy sight to see her all hooked up to machines, I started to break down crying as I told her that I was going to greatly miss her as well as telling her that I'd give up all my worldly possessions just to have her see me one last time or even hug me but at the same time I didn't want her to suffer anymore.

I had noticed tears in her eyes and I immediately knew that she had heard me which really broke my heart.
When I gotten home the realization finally hit my father hard and I tried to comfort him as he bawled his eyes out as I soon found myself joining him as I sobbed like a little boy again screaming "I WANT MY MAMMA/MOMMY BACK AGAIN!!!".

As I write this journal, I can't help by tear up a little bit as I so badly wish I could have her back again.