Your mum must have been very courageous. Must have been a very lovely human being. You are blessed.
She was quite the woman. I was highly blessed to be part of her life. She is the one who taught me that to be loved is a blessing and it's a real honor to be able to love someone back. She was my maternal grandmother. she raised me for a couple years when I was born and then I went with my birth progenitor until I was 10. Then I was back in my mom's house. That was when I learned what real love was... not the warped sense I had come to know as love. For 1.5 years after her death I couldn't admit that she was gone. My dad, bless his soul, tried to get me to realize it, and when I finally did I had lost him (massive coronary 18 months after mom died). But now that I have had time to explore my feelings and why I thought as I did (wonderful counselor helped) I have come to realize the gifts and everything that I was given in those short years. I learned to love and be loved, I learned to respect and to get respect, I learned to trust others and to be trusted, I learned that family is just a word and what really matters is how we treat those close to us to have the priveledge of being our chosen family. I also learned what friendship was and how to enjoy the simple things in life. Her life is my testament, I don't know how to explain it any better. Because she lived, I lived, and that is the true blessing.
A couple pics for you. Ignore the glare or the red line, I took these with my phone while they were in their frames. The pic of mom is like 60 years old so I am quite careful with it
Mom at age 18ish (1947ish) I look a lot like her and not my birth progenitor (birth mother).
Mom and Dad August 1, 2002 (1 month before mom passed away)
