Mother’s day is a day in which we are meant to show our moms how much we care for them, how much we love them, and how much we appreciate everything they have done for us. For me Mother’s day carries a much more melancholy air. 3 years ago today my Grandmother suffered the stroke that ended her life. The only person who held my family together, the glue that kept everyone from drifting apart, the only true example for me of how a caring mother should behave died on the one day meant to celebrate her role as a human being. Freshman year of high school is usually not the best time in any ones life. For me that year was topped off with a funeral for the only person who deserved to be blessed upon death. When I look back at the way she was treated sometimes I think it was best she past when she did, but it doesn’t make the event any easier to deal with. She was a woman who devoted her life to a family who didn’t treat her the way she deserved to be. If there is a god she was one of the few who deserved to be amongst him; if there is a heaven, she was one of the few who deserves to spend eternity finding some kind of peace. She dealt with alcoholic men, delusional children and ungrateful grandchildren (including me). All I can hope is that she realizes how much I miss her now, and how much every mothers day will be tinged with ironic grief. I miss her, and only wish I could spend every mother’s day celebrating how much she really did.
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