We had a rocky road
by Rachael Stroud
My mother and I have always butted head ever since I was 8 years old. She gave full custody to my dad when I was 8 and my brother was 5. She really wasn't the mother figure. She did what she wanted and came around whenever she had no where else to go. I was always being the mom to her and my brother. She never worked or had anything of her own that she worked for. My dad provided us with everything we needed. We always argued about everything because neither one of us ever though we were wrong. My mom passed away on August 27, 2012, 9 days after my 19th birthday. She was hit by a car walking to my house to come check on me. Even though I hear this all the time I know it isn't my fault, but deep down inside I still think it is. Her death was so sudden and an accident. I didn't think that at 40 she would pass away. Now today March 15, 2013 is her 41st birthday. I'm celebrating it alone instead of with her like I usually do. There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't cross my mind, I just wish I had one more day with her.