Life has been good, but weird. I’m kind of what i consider to be a thinker. Not a “great” thinker, but a thinker nevertheless. My mom died some years ago…..ten to be exact. The death of your mom is like losing a physical part of you that does no regenerate. I think about her everyday and wonder where she is…..does she see me…..remember me?
My mom ( she never let us call her that, just “mother”) was the most wonderful person I had ever known. She was a strong woman who sustained physical beatings from a man – her husband who was twice he size. My mom said she did it for us. I asked her why one day and this is what she answered. I did it for my kids.