I love your blog and I thought this would be a great way to share my relationship between my Mom and I.
My mom passed away February 10, 2007 (so I was 16, now I’m turning 21). She was living with my Stepdad and little brother at the time, and I was living with my Dad. I remember it like it was just yesterday when my aunt called me and asked to give the phone to my dad. I was at my laptop and ran to the basement to give my Dad the phone. Apparently, my Mom and my Stepdad got into a fight. My Stepdad left the house and she ended up mixing her anti-depressant pills and alcohol (usually when she mixed them together.. nothing usually happened).. but in this case.. well it ended up differently.
I don’t want to go into a sob story but my Mom didn’t have to pass away for me to know she was an incredible woman. I stood by her when she fought breast cancer when I was around age 12 going in and out of the hospital for surgeries, and I watched her struggle when she was going through stages of Depression (sometimes she wrote about suicide) which ended her wanting to quit work. My Mom also told me stories how my Dad hit her and how she got an abortion at age 16. Because of her bad experiences, she would do anything to make me happy, and she loved me dearly. She always told me I could do anything I set my mind to; always being my cheerleader on the side lines for anything I attempted. My relationship with my Mom is a lot different than others (or my friends at least). We were very open with each other like best friends. Even the smallest things would make her happy. She ranted to my aunts how she loved it when I linked arms with her when we were shopping, and she would always talk about how proud she was of me. My Mom would always go out of her way for other people to make them happy.. just to give you hot chocolate in bed, make a gourmet breakfast, or take you on a shopping spree. One of the main reasons was because she didn’t want me to develop Depression like how hers was. I do miss her a lot when I have a really bad day. I end up getting really upset even when my situation has nothing to do with my Mom. Even when I see daughters with their Moms shopping in the mall.. it makes me miss her. On Jan 16, 2009 I got a tattoo on my back on her birthday to celebrate her life.
I have grown a lot stronger since she’s passed away.
And I am happy I reside a lot of her strength and courage.
When people do ask me about my Mom, I’m never afraid to tell them she was, and still is, an amazing and strong woman. <3
R.I.P Mommy
1/16/1961 - 2/10/2007
(P.S. I LOVE YOU MOMMY ^____^)
by ilytimestwo