Mom's Last Letter
At 23, past my “rebellious teenager” years I began to build a relationship with my mother as an adult. Then she passed away from Leukemia. She was 45. I am now more than a decade and a half older than my mother when she passed. I try to remember what lessons she may have taught me, but there were so many times in my teenage years I was “mad” at her and well, honestly, I wasn’t listening. I am embarrassed to admit, I referred to her in my diary as “Mommie Dearest”, and I pray to God that she never read those. My mother often said things like, “Were you born in a barn?” or “Wish in one hand and sh— in the other and see which one fills up first.” Classics. I have had to delve deep into my memories, focusing on the things I remember about my mom. Replaying them in my mind and reflecting on how those events impacted my life. The first thing ...