Growing up, my mother and I always had a special connection, we were always really close. We liked similar things, we enjoyed the same past-times, we understood one another. Later as I got older, we became each other's rocks. We both had a strained relationship with my father and leaned on each other for moral support and comfort.
We went everywhere together, EVERYWHERE! Shopping, day trips, concerts, art shows, weekend trips to Boise to visit her mother. During these trips I grew closer to my Grandmother, who had admitted she found it easier to relate to her grandchildren as adults rather than when we were kids. These two women were strong, intelligent women who I looked up to and looked to for guidance. They were everything I wanted to be as a human being. They both always looked at the positive in everything. They both treated everybody they came in contact with as if they were a long lost friend. They treated everyone with kindness and sincerity, the TRUE definition of role models. It was because of these 2 women, and my other grandmother whom had passed away in 2006 that I knew I was loved.
Sure, mom and I had our moments, our fights, days when I thought I was so mad at her that I never wanted to talk to her again, but 10 minutes later we were talking and laughing with each other.
There so many things I want to say, I just don't know how to put things in words. Things I write here may not be in chronological order, I may just update as things pop into my head. In fact I know that I'll probably jump around a lot. There may be days or weeks between updates, or maybe even hours. Be patient with me, I have a story to tell.
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Losing My Best Friend
No FicciónMy mother was my best friend, the person I was closest to. Why did I lose her? This is my journey, my thoughts, my feelings.... everything I've experienced since that fateful fall day when my whole world was forever changed and my life was destroye...
