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It's been almost 28 years since I lost my mom ...
I was 13 the summer she died. She had been sick for months, before we even knew she was sick. Her death destroyed an already dysfunctional family.
My parents split up when I was 7, my mom had a barrage of boyfriends for a few years, until she met and married my stepfather who was an alcoholic. He treated her like crap, and that is something he has to deal with. My mom was my best friend at the time, and I miss her every day.
The holidays are the worst. I have two children, she never got to meet in real life, but her memory is carried by both of them.
My daughter has her name, and is a splitting image of me, and I am the image of what I would think my mom would look like if she was alive at my age. When my mom first died .. I was angry ... very angry. Now, her memory makes me sad. I have gone through some very tough times, including the breakup of my own marriage, and there are so many times I sit there and ask for a sign that I'm doing the right thing .. and she always shows me one way or the other.