Love Me, Hate Me: Two Days Late: This is belated. With all the emotions and confusions of this long weekend just passed, the words were not coming; at least, not in a way on...
Makes me wonder what my own Mother went through raising just me. And I was part of a set of Twins.
I think it was my Mother that really kept me from developing the full blown symptoms of Schizophrenia and Anxiety I struggle with every day.
I think she understood me better than anyone else. I can only guess as to why but that leads me to wonder just what else we had in common. I miss her. I don't ever remember crying over loosing her to Cancer, not in the years following, and especially not in the 'grieving period' most people expect. I have my own ideas as to why. I know I had no thoughts of being a tough guy over the issue. I think I had said good-bye to her when the Cancer remitted. Even at that age, I knew that hope was faint, and I was going to lose her. But Mom doesn't need to wait for me in a perpetual paradise for me to live my life. She raised me well, turned my father into a better man, and she fought Cancer so hard that it had to kill her to win.
All in all I'm proud of her, all she has lived through, all that she has accomplished, and for keeping a strange little boy from losing the will to fight for life.
Makes me wonder what my own Mother went through raising just me. And I was part of a set of Twins.
I think it was my Mother that really kept me from developing the full blown symptoms of Schizophrenia and Anxiety I struggle with every day.
I think she understood me better than anyone else. I can only guess as to why but that leads me to wonder just what else we had in common. I miss her. I don't ever remember crying over loosing her to Cancer, not in the years following, and especially not in the 'grieving period' most people expect. I have my own ideas as to why. I know I had no thoughts of being a tough guy over the issue. I think I had said good-bye to her when the Cancer remitted. Even at that age, I knew that hope was faint, and I was going to lose her. But Mom doesn't need to wait for me in a perpetual paradise for me to live my life. She raised me well, turned my father into a better man, and she fought Cancer so hard that it had to kill her to win.
All in all I'm proud of her, all she has lived through, all that she has accomplished, and for keeping a strange little boy from losing the will to fight for life.
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