It’s sunny today. Mom has taken MeeMaw back home; now, her life is in God’s hands. Mom has scheduled (or 'come up with' or 'planned') a diet for her, as a last-ditch hope. But the hardest part is that we have to pretend she’ll be okay, as if her issues were just a case of indigestion. Mom couldn’t stop crying and almost exposed our secret. This is really dreadful, and I feel so disoriented. Elderly people have to die one way or another, don’t they?Why? God help us. Hey Tim, sorry to read this. It must be very difficult for you all and very sad. All the best for you and your family.

Here’s the corrected version in native English: It’s sunny today. Mom took MeeMaw back home; now her life is in God’s hands. Mom has planned a diet for her as a last-ditch effort. But the hardest part is pretending she’ll be okay, as if it’s just a case of indigestion. Mom couldn’t stop crying and almost gave away our secret. This is truly dreadful, and I feel so lost. Elderly people have to pass away one way or another, don’t they? Why? God, help us.

It’s sunny today. Mom has taken MeeMaw back home; now, her life is in God’s hands. Mom planned a special diet for her, as a last-ditch hope. But the hardest part is that we have to pretend she’ll be okay, as if it were just a case of indigestion. Mom couldn’t stop crying and almost exposed our secret. This is really dreadful, and I feel so disoriented. Elderly people have to die one way or another, don’t they? Why? God help us.

It’s sunny today. Mom has taken MeeMaw back home; now, her life is in God’s hands. Mom has scheduled a diet for her, as a last-ditch hope. But the hardest part is that we have to pretend she’ll be okay, as if it were just a case of indigestion. Mom couldn’t stop crying and almost exposed our secret. This is really dreadful, and I feel so disoriented. Elderly people have to die one way or another, don’t they? Why? God help us.

It’s sunny today. Mom has taken MeeMaw back home; now, her life is in God’s hands. Mom has created a diet for her, as a last-ditch effort. But the hardest part is that we have to pretend she’ll be okay, as if it were just a case of indigestion. Mom couldn’t stop crying and almost exposed our secret. This is really dreadful, and I feel so disoriented. Elderly people have to die one way or another, don’t they? Why? God help us.