April 18th, 2004: The death of my mom shattered my world into pieces. She was my best friend. She was all I had. She was my life. Its not easy telling the story of what led to her death over a decade ago. The pain hasn't lessened. I try to keep myself together on her death anniversary, on her birthday and mother's day knowing that she no longer graces this earth. I try not to ponder about everything she has missed from grandchildren to her kids growing up. Its sucks realizing that you never really knew your mom. It hurts seeing the sister whose birthday she died on, the nephew who she never met, who was born exactly three days after she passed away. I knew she was dying and I suspected she knew too. She was ready to go home...to see her mom and dad and other loved ones who had passed on before her.
I miss her so much.
