I May Be A Motherless Mother, But I Am Not Without My Mom

When I lost my mom, it did not feel like the first time. We had lost her years before she actually passed. She was cursed with a disease which withered her down to an empty vessel. It was long, frustrating, and something I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. By the time I was 18 years old she was no longer the person I once knew. Most of my late memories of her are not actually of her, they are of parts of her, tainted by illness.

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