Picture from Pixabay, as always
My mom died in September of 2003. She and my dad were married on this day – August 1st – in 1958. Yes, my dad is that old. On days like this, I remember the woman who she was at the end of her life. I wonder sometimes what things would be like if she hadn’t died from cancer.
I have an interesting relationship with my dad. A lot of what he does is out of guilt, both for what he did when I was growing up and later what he did to me and my husband when we needed him the most. I dislike intensely my stepmother because she treats my mentally disabled little sister like shit. She’s also one of the reasons my dad turned his back on me and my husband at one of the lowest times in our life.
My mom, as long time blog followers know, was fairly abusive while I was growing up. The last few years of her life though she was such a different woman I can honestly say I grew to love her as a daughter should rather than fearing her.
This is the saddest part of why I miss her on her and dad’s anniversary and her birthday. Expect another introspective post on my mom on the 8th, by the way. I’ve discovered that as I get older (and closer to the age where I lost my oldest sister to cancer) I’m getting more introspective.
This is going to be another short post, but what I want to say is this – never waste time focusing on the negative. Tell people you love them. Spend time with those you care about. Don’t worry about the small stuff. Enjoy life. Always pay yourself first, but make sure you always pay your bills. Never judge others because you never know what they’re going through. Be kind – both to yourself and to others.