You never expect that when you wake up and start your day, that bad news will face you head on. Unfortunately for me, that's how my day started. I got the call that every person hates to get. Someone on the other end telling you that your Mother has passed away. My Mother was 83 years old in March. She was a little slip of a person, very tiny and petite. She was always dwarfed by her sons and husband. My Mother is survived by myself and my brother. She was preceded in death by my Father and my younger brother. She had the gift of six grandchildren and eight great grandchildren.
My relationship with my Mother was in turmoil. It was that way most of my life. I am sorry for that, I think that we both deserved better than what we got. The question will always be, what if we had approached our lives differently, would it have made a difference? Unfortunately, it's too late for the what if's. I think I am saddest about that. A very special and wise friend sent me a message that simply said, forget about the bad, and just remember the good. Very good advice to give.
My faith will see me through this time; it always has and it always will.
To my family and friends, I appreciate your kindness and caring, your kind words and the shoulders to cry on. The ears that listen and have listened. You are very special, and I love you for it.
To my three nieces and one nephew, I hope that God will touch your hearts and take the bitterness and anger away, so that you can remember the good years. Forgiveness is the only way to move forward in your lives and become the persons you were meant to be.
In spite of all that passed between us, I loved my "mama", and I pray that somewhere in her heart and soul, she knew that.
