Dear... Mom
Mom, I hate that you didn’t go for your 6 month mammogram like you were told to. You ignored it, and a year and a half later you went and found out you had stage 4 breast cancer.
I hate that you pretended that everything was ok and got mad at me when I worried. I hate that you never left me a note, letter or a memory piece. I hate that you died when we were supposed to pick you up to see the acreage and dogs and be with family.
I hate that my brother thinks you were helped end your life by a nurse. I hate that your insurance money never left my family any help financially, but your husband could travel the world with his new girlfriend. I hate that you are not here to help me with my granddaughter.
I love that you were my mom and can’t imagine anyone else being my mom. You were my rock and you taught me to be strong and I am. You were a warrior for all those foster kids that you helped find new families and give hope and direction too.
I love how much my kids loved you and what an influence you were on their lives. I love your sense of humor and creativeness and how much people love you.
I pray to be half as much as you were but will make sure I take care of myself, unlike you.
Love you Momma