I gave my mother permission to die, to go, as she seemed to be hanging on, waiting for me to arrive so I would be there to take care of my younger sister. I was the last to speak with her, to tell her I loved her and if she needed to go she could, it was alright. I was there. She died shortly thereafter. Peacefully.
I am grateful that I was able to say goodbye. I was 46 but I felt like I was 12 and an orphan. That was five years ago and it feels like yesterday.
The dream thread brought back some memories and I started to wonder. How many of us found that losing our mothers was a point of no return? For me it was not just my mother's death but all the ugly family stuff in an incredibly dysfunctional family that I was forced to deal with as well. The only real coping tool I had at the time was my Scotch.
magic xx :schmokin: and my smokes
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