I was nine months old when my mother passed away and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of her.
I am 22 years old, older than my mother was ever able to be. It's a very weird feeling to be older than your
ma when she died. I think about her constantly. To me it's the most frustrating to know that I will never know
her voice, her smell, her laugh. I'll never be able to memorize her face. I'll never know how she told me she
loved me. Dealing with this recently has been almost unbearable and I can hardly take it some days. When my friends
are fighting with their moms or saying "oh she is bugging me right now" it's all I can do from just screaming
in their face. I can't express how hard it is to hear them say this. I would give anything to remember my mom
even if that's means remember fighting with her because at least she'd be with me.
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