She passed away in September, and I miss her.
I wish I had been a better son. I should have called her more often (20 minutes of my time).
My mother was an angry woman. She was an abused woman. She was an abusive woman.
She dealt with pain and death all of her life.
She was hard as nails. She was a nervous wreck on the inside. She drank, until her liver exploded.
I'm hoping that she's finally found peace. However, I don't know what to believe.
She was me mum, and now she's gone.
I miss her.
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