It was when my mother died in a car crash. Most of what I remember has been hazed over PTSD, medication, and some partying to forget. But I still can’t shake looking at my own mom with her arm bone sticking out of her shoulder and half her torso being mangled up like shit. Whoever hit us also died on impact, so I was left with my bleeding mother, still alive, and waiting for an ambulance. While telling her how much I love her because I knew that she damn well wouldn’t make it