I lost my mom in 1980. My life was never the same after that. I felt empty and lost inside. I asked why God had taken her away so soon. We never had a chance to bond as mother and daughter because of her lifelong illness. I do know and remember the love she had for me and that she always wanted me to have the best. Her fear was always leaving this earth while I was still young. On May 8th, it was the 32nd anniversary of her death. She was a special mom: caring, loving, petite, hard working, always dong for others, and most of all a survivor.
I have two daughters and a stepdaughter. Though there are and have been challenges, I am proud of being a mother. I am happy that I have been available to them as they needed me and sometimes when they haven't. I can say I have done my best in guiding, advising, caring, and loving them. To all mother's out there, I wish many blessings. May your children value and appreciate all you do for them. God bless Mothers!