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I remember every detail of this day.. The day that made my history.. The day that devastated my world. It sometimes replay in my head, over and over, I cannot dismiss the thought nor, suppress them. It's the day my mother left this world. My mother died on January 9, 1990, 8 days after my 8th bday. I felt like God had prepared Me For it. I say this because up to this date, I have made her proud and have succeeded in life ways she couldn't because of her premature death. She was 32.
My mother came home from work with my stepdad, and she like always, came in and checked in on us. I said, "hey mommy" she said, "hey baby", and suddenly her nose started bleeding. She had not been Home For long, so that was weird, she literally was standing there and her noes started bleeding. She was in her nightgown, but her and stepdad rushed her to Upenn.. For some reason, I knew she wasnt going to return. I told my brother that and he got mad and told me to shut up..
Unfortunately, a few hours later, I was proven right, my stepdad came home, but mommy didn't. OUR little lives were crushed, my brother was 11 and we were now both MOTHERLESS. That day forward, our days all ran together and the very next day, we were picked up by our grandparents, we never saw our house, friends, or school ever again. We lost everything..
The purpose behind my blogs are to share my version of the MOTHERLESS child journey.. you may have one too, so please share. Motherless means, absent in mind, body, and spirit. So while your mother was there, was she really present?... was she Loving, affectionate, protecting? Was she helpful, playful, or compassionate.. This by no means is a mother bashing interaction, but I want people to heal so that others can get relief from deep hurt and paid .. Again, please share your story.
