April 18th, 2016 marked twelve years since my mom died. I still think about her all of the time. I have to be careful with getting to know people because once I'm attached, I'm attached. I take death very hard. I recently lost a very dear person to me and she happened to be the first woman I saw as a mother figure after my mom died so it affected me pretty hard.
I've learned much about my mom since she passed. I know she's not in pain anymore and I also know that I am who I am because of what she taught me. I will always miss her until the day I die.
