I lost my mom a few months back due to a asthma attack and it was such a shock to me because I literally just talked to her the night before around 6 almost 7 pm and she died around 4 in the morning according to her death certificate. The morning they called me saying she passed she was still in the house dead, I had to go talk to the police since I was the next of kin and I’m surprised I even had the strength to talk to the police outside the house my mother was dead at. But it was no way I had the strength of actually going in the house until they came to get her body even then I had to go around the corner because I couldn’t bare to see her body coming out in a white sheet. I was already waiting outside for hoursss until they came to pick her body up. It was weird because usually when I came to the house she would greet me at the door and that same door I was looking at to see her not waiting for me tore me to pieces. I still have our conversation in my head the night before she passed and I still have that phone call in my head the next morning “sorry to tell you this your mom passed”,she was only 52. I hate thinking about it, some days I’m okay and other days I’m a wreck.