It has been a lifetime since the last time i wrote on this blog, but this is more of a rant than anything else.
June, 2019 my life had changed forever, this was the day my mother went home to be with the good Lord, and it hasn’t been the same. One thing for sure is that I have learned so much about myself, and what regret really feels like.
See- growing up I had suffered so much pain (physically and mentally) at the hands of my mother that I foolishly carried it into my adult life and since she’s gone my heart hurts because I didn't allow closure.
Now I sit here daily trying to find a way to heal, a way to let go, a way to not beat myself up for something I could have avoided. My mother and I had differences, and I must admit when she passed on, I asked myself if the pain was from the fact that she was my mother or was it because I loved her. After so much soul searching, it ended up being a little bit of both, more or less.
I would suggest to anyone if you have your mother here on earth cherish every day as if it were her last.