Cracks in the Foundation

Mom was in pain. The doctor said she could not live by herself anymore. When I asked my sister if she was alright, she said, "Yes, she just went to the food pantry today." That is not ok! I left the city because I knew she would not be happy there and got a small apartment in a small town further north and closer to our hometown. I did the best I could.
Five months later she left us. I watched her take her last breath. My world was kicked out from under me. My rock had crumbled. I had to question what God put us here for in the first place. Can life NEVER be fair?