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When my mom died, I lost my best friend. I felt a ton of sadness, emptiness, and anger. I felt like I did not belong anywhere. At one point I even felt like an orphan, although my dad is still alive, I lived and grew up with my mom. I always knew when all else in life goes wrong, that I could always go home to mom. Not anymore. Believe me I wish I still could run home to mom. She always had the right answers, she always knew what to say. I have and still do at times, feel as though I will never be loved 100% unconditionally, again. The love between a mother and a child has got to be the strongest love there is. My mom always reassured me that no matter how old I was, no matter what I did, or what I became in life that I would always be her little girl. She knew that she would always love me more than life itself, and that was proven a few months ago. I know I was truly blessed, by having my mom in my life. I was and still am one of the luckiest people out there. No one could ask for someone better. |
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