this woman came into my life five years ago. she left us all last tuesday. she was my mother.i look at her picture and she doesn`t speak. she doesn`t answer the questions i have, and i don`t try to ask.
i just accept the simple fact that i met her finally, and nothing else matters.
for that i am grateful.
thanks mum.
god bless.
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Hum, might be an interesting story in that. Not that I would maybe want to read it.
My mother was a Catholic slut and I didn't miss her passing at all. Just saying. Hugs.
well, i don`t make judgement on her. she was willing to accept the fact that i found her and that we met and had some conversation. i also met two sisters and a half brother as well as a large extended family in scotland, south africa, england and canada.
mothers are where we come from. i honour my own existance and so i do the same for her.
as much as i don`t get along with the mother of my children, i know she has her cross to bear and wish her well.
on the one hand she is a larcenist of the first order and on the other she is the mother of my children and they love her.
it`s a funny old world.
Looks like you have stories to tell...
Admire your attitude towards it all. As you say you got to meet her.
stories to tell? yeah, in time. i need to sort it all out first.
and i did get to meet her and the rest of my family. those most like me.
it meant a lot.
I'm glad that you had those five years with your mom, but sad that that's all you had. Like SJ, I admire your attitude about this.
My best wishes to you and your family.
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