Memories Of Mum

I have a regret about Mum’s death. It’s not a strong one but it is persistent, so maybe writing about it will help me get through it.

I told Mum over and over not to take the Covid vaccine, I warned her that she had no idea what it would do to her. She was of the impression that the state wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, and that it would only help her and she dismissed my concerns.

I made a big deal with her about my not complying with the mandates, in the vain hope that showing the courage of my convictions she would take notice and think twice.

I warned her after each jab that she didn’t need another, and never needed the first, but she wouldn’t listen. I tried being kind, mocking her, being serious, and feigning disgust but nothing seemed to work. Each time a booster was offered, she rolled up her arm.

Well those shots did have a negative effect on her, and I believe that they are the primary cause for her death. It has been suggested that the Pfizer lowered the bodies immune response to any disease or condition, and as she had already been through Cancer once I think it became turbo charged and ripped through her body far quicker than it would have had if she had not taken any Covid vaccines.

It’s a classic case of running from a fake scary thing only to be caught in a mortal trap.

So while I did my best to warn her, and my father, and there was nothing more I could have done I still regret not doing anything more. I now still have to face an uncertain short term future from a quickly ailing father, who also took all the shots “because they were free!” but I must remember that the universe runs on free will. My Mother and Father chose to do what they did and I cannot feel bad about this, she decided her own actions as he did, in sound mind and body.

I also know that as I am a son, my parent would never listen to me over her own thoughts and belief that she knew better.

So how do I sum up?

I am haunted and black-pilled as to our “society” and have zero faith in our medical establishment now. I know I have to get over this and move forward. Humanity is not inherently evil, but is easily fooled. Humanity is free to decide for itself and be tempted by many temptations, yet while I know this I still feel responsible for Mum’s death.

I need to stop feeling this way. Her last words to me were “It is what it is” and maybe in those words is my next step. I must stop looking back. What is done is now done, and nothing can change this now, no matter how long I think about it.