Today marks the death of my mother. She passed away from lung cancer Feb. 23rd, 1978.
While I no longer get worked up about it, I still try to remember her. She died when I was only 7 years old. I remember the year I turned 15 thinking how unfair it was that I’d been alive longer w/o her than w/her. I took it really hard that year. The only source of comfort was my first love who tried his best to ease my pain.
It’s funny, I seemed to suffer more that year than I had at her passing. I’m sure it is related to my becoming an adult but it hurt a lot.
So, today is in remembrance of you mom. If you’re still up there don’t judge me too harshly, I’m doing the best I can.