My mom passed away over 9 years ago. She was young and healthy, meaning she was 55 years old and didn’t have health issues.
I was in rage, with her, with me. Because the last time I saw her I knew it would be the last time. That feeling horrified me.
And yet it was true. She passed away 2 hours before I got to her.
I didn’t forgive myself and her all these years.
But this year something changed. I needed to love my mom.
And now I love her so so so much… as I used to love her as a child.
When I dream of her I am so happy to spend the time together.
Love your moms while they are still alive. No matter what they did, you are now alive, beautiful people, and just for that they deserve infinite gratitude and love ❤️❤️❤️