My mother died on Christmas Eve of 2019. She had some demons and she never constructively dealt with them, so they went into the cellar of her soul and lifted weights. She was often mean and vindictive. She was that way my whole life. But I still loved her. And I miss her. But despite it all, I am remorseful that I wasn’t a better son. Remembering her makes me sad.
Mine was batshït crazy, as well ! She’s been gone 22 years, I think.
Thankfully, Dad wasn’t....Solid dude, that handled life and his kids perfectly.
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