She held me when I cried.
She helped me learn to walk.
She taught me about life.
And she taught me about people.

But today I don’t just mourn my mother.

She listened without judging.
She had a shoulder on which I could cry.
She offered advice but didn’t frown if it was ignored.
And she helped me learn to cook.

Today I also mourn the end of one of my oldest friendships.

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