I lost my mom to cancer twelve years ago in January. The battle was long and horrible and the spark that was her died months before her body finally went. It took me years to get past my depression and insomnia. I just had my baby boy this January and I find myself crying again that she never got to meet her grandchild, that I never got to know her as one mom to another, that I can't ask her advice or share his little smiles with her. I didn't think it would be this hard, but it is.
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4/5/08 at 3:42pm